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House of Lust (Part 19)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: sex, smut, weird shit, violence.

Note: I'm back! After two months and a lot of exams and trips, I can finally give you the penultimate chapter! Enjoy...

Odelle made him stand and pushed him again to the floor, in the middle of the room. François saw now how every guest of the House of Lust was there, watching him.

His mind was racing as faster as his heartbeat. But he knew he had fingered Josephine, and somehow he heard the Marquis' voice. In that distraction, Odelle switched places with her sister and made him fuck her. That's why she was so demanding and different just in a few moments.

His all body hurted, probably because of the drug she gave them. He watched how the people started to take off their cassocks, leaving their masks on. They were all naked. And he feared.

Odelle raised her hands, asking for a silence that was evident by now. Then, she chuckled and decided to give a little speech.

"My friends! My guests! I know I said something like this while we were at the table, but you know how it all works when you have to trick someone else!" The guests laughed as she kept going. "This year was very special to my dead sisters, because it seems they both found love in our special guest in here, the Abbé de Coulmier himself."

There was a silence where François looked at you and Josephine, who was crying and tied too. He had to escape with you and her. That was for sure.

"As you all know, the Abbé de Coulmier was guilty of killing the Marquis de Sade. But thanks to his parents, we all know that is not true. He didn't kill him and for that, he has to be out in the world. But we know it's better to keep him here, isn't it? Writing new stories fof us!"

How did she know he used to write in Charenton was a shock. She had a lot of contacts, that was for sure. But then, François paid attention to the other bit of the speech, that part when she wanted to keep him in the Mansion. She was crazy.

Everyone celebrated what she was saying, getting closer to François and her very slowly. François saw many of them with bruises, but there must be all pleasure marks. Even the men who were by your side and Josephine's approached. And by the smelling, they were all drunk.

"So lets really celebrate this last day, in here!" Odelle was almost shouting. "Fuck with everything as if it was no tomorrow! For the Marquis de Sade and his House of Lust!"

It was just a moment. Just a second were everyone, the shadows, the naked people wearing those awful masks, started and orgy in every corner of the room.

François was desperate, looking for you. But he couldn't find you. He couldn't find Josephine either. He started to pray, asking God to keep you safe. The moaning and gasping started to sound all over the place. And Odelle was smiling, keeping him in the ground.

"Don't you see, Abbé? Don't you see how beautiful is this? How close to the Marquis are we? This is almost a show like the ones on his books!"

François had a plan in mind, but he didn't know how to put it in practice yet. He took her hand, surprising her, and looked at her deeply into her eyes.

"Don't you want to be part of it too, Odelle?" Said he, faking a charming smile. She laid down and kissed him, her nails scratching his skin again. He moaned and kissed her back, feeling her wet lips caressing his as he went on top of her.

He suddenly felt other hands in his back, caressing his soft but hurted skin. Those hands were larger, and at the moment he opened his eyes and tried to turn his head to see who was it, he couldn't do anything.

He felt something wet, big and hard against his butt. A moment or two, he had it inside of him, moaning hard by the contact and the shock. He couldn't see the man, but he started to thrust inside of him... And Odelle was still under him.

She enjoyed his face, the pain and pleasure he was feeling at the same time, the tears running down his cheeks. She took his still hard cock and started to masturbate him, pressing it against her abdomen and breasts.

François thought his plan was not going to happen, not with this man fucking him for now. But his mind and body were over stimulated, and he liked the way the man was fucking him.

And, even with all the darkness around, he saw you in a corner, hiding behind a column. That was an oportunity, he thought. But again his mind was in other place, and the pleasure he was now feeling, making him moan in return.

He concentrated and moved to a side, the man had to get out of him, a bit surprised. But then he put his still hard cock inside Odelle, and she had no time to say anything, she just accepted it, like if she was nothing but a toy.

The Abbé tried to move away from her, but he couldn't. Even if she was deep into her own pleasure, she took his hand and tried to make him get closer. He kissed her, her body still moving with the guy in the middle of her legs. And that seemed to make her let him go for a moment.

Coulmier got up and walked into the human mass. All the guests, without seeing each other faces, were fucking like if there was not tomorrow. They seemed all joined together, skin to skin, moving around on the floor.

It was disgusting. It was like seeing the Hell itself, with all the lust of the world between those four walls. It was like seeing one of the 120 Days of Sodom scenes there, in front of him. He remembered writing it, writing about those young and poor kids kidnapped to be the objects of pleasure of four rich men.

Was he now one of those poor kids, kidnapped? He suffered a lot in that House of Lust. But he also fell in love with you. That was the only thing he could say it was good. The only good thing in five years or more.

He looked everything with open mouth, not feeling arousal but disgust. They were all worst than animals, all rich people in there, on the cold floor, feeling each other warm body. In a fraction of second, Coulmier started to pray.

He was really away from God since all the Charenton and Madeline thing happenned. He was locked in a cell like if he was dangerous, like if he killed a man who was the real danger. He was obligued not only to write. But also to go mad.

But then he thought he was cured. He felt normal again. He didn't hear no more voices, not even the Marquis' one. And then, his parents, like if they were angels, sent him that letter, taking him out of Charenton.

He prayed to God, asking him for help. He was a good man before Madeline's death. Now, he was different. But he still was a good man, who deserved to be helped after everything that happened to him. And to you.

The moment he closed his eyes was like everything around him stopped. He felt a connection with God he had not felt in a long time, like if God was in there with him. He asked help to escape, to be free and well with you.

And, in a weird act that seemed more like a greek comedy resolution, a Deus Ex-Machina itself, they all got scared because of a strong thunder which sound was like hearing the angels trumpets anouncing the Doom Day.

Not a second after the scaring sound, a really big tree branch broke the ceilling and crushed a few guests, killing a few if them instantly. The rain got everyone wet in the second everybody shouted, scared of the accident.

And in that same moment, François felt like he was again in Charenton. It was like that mess that ocurred the day Madeline died, where part of the Asylum burned and the immates ran out of their cells. And the blood on the floor and the walls also reminded him to the Marquis and that horrible moment where he found Madeline death.

That moment of madness, with some people trying to help those who were wounded under the brach, and others trying to escape, was perfect for him to look for you and run. You were looking the mess in front of you, crying. But then you calmed down when you saw him running to you.

There was just a second where you couldn't react. He took one of your hands, that was still tied to the other, and also took a cassock of one of the guests. Then, you both ran to the door. He opened it and made you both run the faster you could, putting the cassock around his waist when you both stopped. He untied your hands and hugged you. Then, he talked, visible shaken.

"I thought I would not see you again, Y/N. I was so scared." He said, not letting you go.

"I'm so sorry. For all."

"It's okay. We have to get out of here. Now."

You kept running into the empty, dark corridors of the Mansion. The only lights were of the thunders, and it was more scaring knowing that it was the middle of the day, the sky looking almost black.

You were hidding, cheking if there was no guards or guests around. You arrived to the kitchen, and stayed in silence. There was someone out, maybe Claude or Louis. You took a knife and got out of the place, finding Louis giving his back to you.

"Louis". You said, making him turn around, visible scared of seeing you armed. "Strip and go into the kitchen. Now."

Louis, who was a really tough guy, did it without hesitation. He liked you. And he didn't want to hurt you or be hurted. It was better this way. He gave his clothes to the Abbé, and he gave him the cassock in return.

You approached to the blond guard and kissed his cheek. He was a good man. And that was a goodbye. You let him in there, locked. And he didn't say anything.

Almost outside the mansion, François entered Odelle's bedroom. It was empty. He then saw the letter Josephine told him, the other one Odelle didn't give to him. He put it in the trousers' pocket, and returned to you.

You were out of the House, feeling the rain falling, the fresh, cold air hitting you. You ran into the forrest, knowing that you would find a way out soon, near the lake.

You arrived to that spot at the lake where you almost kissed for the first time. You wanted to rest a little. You both ran a lot, and François had to rest. He was tortured just days before. You didn't understand where did he found that strenght to keep going.

He took water between his hands and drank it, you doing the same. The rain was heavy, the drops bouncing off the lake water. You were tired. But you couldn't stop. You were about to keep running, but you saw a figure running to you. You took the Abbé's hand. And he looked at it too.

You were almost going to run, but you heard a voice you both knew very well, screaming desperately your names. It was Josephine. You ran to her and hugged her, you both crying. François hugged her too, happy for her to come with you both.

"Abbé, Y/N, I'm sorry. I didn't know she will drug us. I swear it."

"It's okay." He said, smiling. "You're fine. That's what it matters for now."

"I'm glad you had time to put on some clothes, Josephine. We have to keep going." You said.

But in a moment, everything changed because another figure was approaching slowly to you. At the moment a thunder lighted the place, you all saw Odelle was naked in front of you, with something in her hand. And after the strong sound coming from the sky, Odelle raised her hand and shoot the gun, the bullet traveling to one of you faster than your brains working out what was going on.

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Good lord.

Joaquin Phoenix as Abbé de Coulmier in Quills (2000) Dir. Philip Kaufman

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I will hold you in my arms again Abbe x Reader

@joa-quin-phoe-nix-fan here is your quote request! I hope you will enjoy it, it’s quite angsty^^

“That kid will finally be put at his rightful place, in a cell among the crazies he loves so much!” said the doctor with a grin as he signed a paper of forced internment for the Abbe, since the death of Madeleine, the Marquis and the fire, he had gathered everything he needed to take down the priest; his too high tolerance with the Marquis and other patients like Bouchons, his fascination for the writings of the Marquis, his affection for the maid, now he had become unstable, enable to sleep, depressive, full of dark thoughts and self-harm tendencies. “We will put him in a cell and forever in the coming hour.” Told Collard to his assistant, he couldn’t wait to see him behind bars.

You put your hand on your mouth to muffle your gasp, no he was going to take everything from him, and he was going to separate you from your lover Francois, you had to tell him and run away together! So quickly and as quietly as possible you hurried to the Abbe’s office, bursting in without knocking and locking the door behind you. Francois barely jumped out of his thoughts, the past days had been traumatizing for a gentle boy like him, now he was broken.

“Francois!” you rushed to him, cupping his face, lately your boyfriend was only the shadow of himself. “Francois listen to me; the doctor signed a paper of forced internment for you, and he is going to locked you up in the coming hour, we have to run away!” you told urgently, hoping for a more vivid reaction from him.

His hands came up, putting them on yours, his thumb brushing over your skin “I can’t Y/N…” he said pained.

“But why? Francois if he does that we will be separated!” you exclaimed urgently.

“I know. But I heard Valcours talk…the gates are already closed for me; they won’t let us out. They won’t let me out.” He pinched his lips together, feeling betrayed by those men “I have to stay Y/N , try to protect them, try to resonate the doctor, the next man who could replace me…”

“Francois, how can you give up your freedom to fight for a lost cause? You will be useless behind bars and-and what will I do without you my love?” you replied, your voice trembling as tears came into your eyes, it was too late.

“Nothing is always lost. Y/N…” his eyes met yours, more alive this time, as if bringing up the love you had for each other was the only thing that made him feel alive. “I have you on the other side, some of the maids too. I have to do my best to defend Charenton against that demon!” he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you closer to him and making you sit on his lap “Charenton and you is the only thing I have left, I won’t abandon any of you. I promise you Y/N” you smiled softly, caressing his face and kissing him, until you were startled by the echo of the voice of the doctor, that asshole was getting impatient on putting his claws over the Asylum, he would probably arrive very soon, much sooner than you had hoped. You quickly looked towards the door in fear, your heart racing in your chest.

“Hey, look at me Y/N.” said Francois softly, cupping your chin and making you look at him in the eyes, he had such a gentle gaze, full of love. “I swear to God, we will never be apart, the door of a cell won’t stop us from loving each other with the same devotion and intensity.” He said passionately, ignoring the voice of the doctor and steps of guards getting closer and closer to his office.

“I love you Francois so much…!” tears started to run along your cheeks. He swallowed down and brought a hand to your face, his thumb attempting to erase your many tears.

“Hush my love…this is not the end. I would prefer to remember your beautiful smile from our last intimate moment.” He smiled tenderly at you, his eyes wet with emotion, everything was supposed to go differently, Charenton, a little heaven on Earth where he could love freely. He captured your lips for a desperate kiss, his tongue tasting yours, caressing your lips in a soothing gesture. He refused to believe this would be the last time, God will hear his prayers.

“Coulmier! Open up!” the thunderous knockings of the doctor and his henchmen against the door made you jump in fear, they were about to come in. “Francois…!” you whispered terrified.

“Don’t pay attention to them Y/N. I don’t care, you are the only one that matters to me in this instant.” He captured your lips again, he wanted to savor you until the last moment. You focused on your lover, ignoring the cracking of the door, ready to break. “I vow to fiercely love you in all your forms, now and forever. I promise to never forget that this is a once in a lifetime love. I vow to love you, and no matter what challenges might carry us apart, we will always find a way back to each other.” He promised you fondly as if you were marrying and this was part of his poet soul that you loved so much.

“And I vow the same to you Francois…now and forever!” you sniffled, watching him as he took off the golden chain with a cross hanging round his neck under his cassock and putting it around your neck to seal that promise.

Suddenly, the door broke, the doctor and its henchmen bursting in and rushing towards you and your tender priest. You jumped in fear, but your hands held on tightly to Francois, you didn’t want to part, not yet.

“Abbe De Coulmier! It has been diagnosed that you are mentally ill and are no longer able to manage the Asylum. You are now under internment, under my care boy!” the doctor retained a laugh, a sadistic grin on his face.

“Collard…” growled Francois, he would not let them take him without a fight so he quickly pushed you away and threw himself on the doctor, trying to strangle the man who had destroyed his dream. You had never seen him so enraged, so raw but how much you understood him, he fought as hard as he could, his hands seizing the doctor’s neck briefly before receiving a hard hit on the back of the head from one of the men, making him let go of the doctor and fall down, the men then seized him. “See!? That man is a danger to others!” panted the doctor, afraid by that sudden violence. “Lock him in a cell!”

“Francois!” you quickly ran to him, seizing his face, worried. He looked at you, silent because he was still under the shock of the blow. But his lips mouthed ‘I love you’, you nodded, tears in your eyes, kissing his forehead to avoid the doctor’s attention. The kiss was short, the henchmen pulling Francois away like a criminal, a man who had sacrificed himself for others, he didn’t deserve that. “I will keep my promise Francois! And I will keep serving Charenton to its best! I swear to God!” you screamed as he was taken away, tears starting to run down on his cheeks, he will get out one day and hold you in his arms again.

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Hey sweety! Can I ask for some Commodus, Joe and Abbé HC's if they were parents? Thanks!

Thank you so much for the ask, @fly-like-a-phoenix! I’m sorry it took a while for me to respond to this.

Abbé de Coulmier from ‘Quills’

• Abbé would be very insistent upon teaching his children proper values from the Bible (fearing God, being humble, showing kindness to everyone)

• From the moment, they can start talking, Abbé would teach his children many of the prayers that he’s learned. They would have to recite the Lord’s name every morning, every night, before eating, and before sleeping. 

• He’d never let his children out of his sight when in Charenton because he’s constantly worried about them being harmed by the inmates or Dr.Royer-Collard. And heaven forbid the Marquis ever laid hands upon his innocent children - Abbé would be furious enough to leave Charenton forever.

• However, Abbé would also make sure that his children knew that the world was a very lovely place - even if Charenton made it seem bleak and dreary. He would tell his children colorful stories about good triumphing over evil, and teach them pleasant songs.

• Also, I could totally see Abbé teaching his children to waltz when they grow older

Joe from ‘You Were Never Really Here’

• The first thing I think about when imagining Joe as a father is how much importance he would place upon teaching his children self-defense. (This would be true especially if he has daughters, considering how many of the cases that he used to work with involved kidnapped and/or abused young women.)

• Another core value he’d instill in his children would be the importance of standing up for those who can’t defend themselves.

•Joe would definitely have a constant fear about suddenly having an outburst and accidentally hurting the children, but he would do everything in his power to make sure that his PTSD wouldn’t get in the way of his filial relationships. It’d probably be something that he spends a lot of time thinking and talking about to his therapist and/or spouse.

Emperor Commodus from ‘Gladiator’

• Even before having children, Emperor Commodus would swear to himself that he would be nothing like his own father - distant, stoic, cold. He would be present, nurturing, and involved with his children, loving them no matter what.

• He does have experience being a father-like figure to his nephew Prince Lucius, and therefore would already know many things about how to interact with children.

• His favorite thing to do with his children would be telling them stories - about Roman gods and goddesses, previous Roman emperors, and even their own family members

•Emperor Commodus wouldn’t be afraid to indulge in some mock-duels and play pretend with his own children, mainly because he knows the importance of playfulness in childhood. Also, he gets a chance to have the fun that he was denied during his boyhood.   

• And he definitely would cry tears of joy if he ever saw his child in purple robes and a tiny laurel crown pretending to be him.

• Emperor Commodus would definitely waste no time in getting his children acquainted with the citizens of Rome. He’d definitely pass on the ideal of an Emperor being the ‘father of the people’. 

• From chariot rides through the city to gladiator games in the Colosseum to army assignments in Germania, Commodus would give his children plenty of chances to interact with the public and build their own popularity.

• Even though he’s a rich and powerful emperor, Commodus would take pride in his children building up their own identities rather than being known as simply his progeny. He would instill ambition and determination, teaching them to make names for themselves in history. 

Bonus: Modern-Day Commodus

• Modern-day Commodus would definitely create Instagram accounts for his children when they’re babies, just to show the world how proud of them he is.

• Also, Commodus would totally teach his children to have great style and own it. 

• He may not dictate which extra-curricular activities or classes in school they take, but Commodus would expect his children to have some sort of ambition about what they want in life.

• Commodus would try his best to understand whatever it was that his children were passionate about, whether it be break dancing or opera or writing fanfiction, and encourage them.

• Despite being a busy public figure, Commodus would know the importance of showing up to parent-teacher meetings, recitals, sports games, and school plays. Even if he cannot come in person, he’d always find a way to let his children know that he’s proud of them.

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House of Lust (part 16)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: some mentions of violence and wounds, mentions of sex.

Odelle went to the dungeons in the morning, finding François sleeping on the ground, covered with the blanket. She actually thought he was dead for a minute, but he wasn't. He survived the punishment. And she didn't know how.

What she was thinking by now was about that empty bottle and that blanket. Who gave those to him? Was it you? One of the guards? Louis? Claude? One of the guests? No, they didn't know he was in the dungeons.

She opened the cell and approached him. She kneeled beside him and put her hand on his shoulder, moving him to wake him up.

"Abbé. Hey Abbé. Wake up. C'mon."

He started to open his eyes and, at the moment he saw Odelle, he jumped and moved to a corner, scared like if she was the product of a nightmare. He even thought he was dead, and she was a demon from a real Hell.

"Oh, do I scare you that much? That's nice!" She mocked. "Take this. Put them on." She throwed him a new cassock, shirt and trousers, and waited for him outside, smiling. He still had some bruises all over his body, and that made her feel good. But the lashes in his back somehow were cured. And she noticed it. It was impossible he did it alone. Someone must have help him.

Coulmier arrived at her side with new clothes, while he finished zipping the last buttons. He was breathing slowly. He frowned when he saw her standing and waiting for him. He wanted to kill her. It was the same feeling he always had while seeing doctor Roger-Collard.

He thought a lot about him those days in the dungeon. It reminded him a lot of the Charenton cell he made him go into. He thought a lot about Madeline too. And the Marquis. He dreamt about them. And you. He dreamt about you a lot.

"What the hell do you want now, Odelle? What are you going to make me do?" Said he, angry. His nails scratched the skin of his palms.

"I'm not going to make you do anything, Abbé. I'm done with you. I punished you because of what you did. But that's it. Today is the last day of the House of Lust this year. And you'll be free to go."

Was that true? He didn't trust her at all. But she didn't seem to be kidding. Maybe she was going to free him. Maybe it was true. But it was just a maybe. He didn't say anything else. He just glanced at her with hate.

"Now, go to Y/N chambers and clean yourself a little. Fix you hair. You're so handsome, but now you look horrible."

She smiled and left. He heard moans coming from a door next to where he stood. But it was a common thing by now, and he didn't mind about it.

He entered to your bedroom and found you sleeping. He approached to you in silence, sitting at the edge of the bed, extending his hand to touch your hair. You were fine. That was everything he wanted to know.

"Y/N, it's me." He said, and you woke. You scared at first, but then you recognized him.

"Abbé! Oh my God, I was so scared! Are you okay?" You hugged him quickly, not letting him a chance to go anywhere.

"I'm fine, Y/N. I'm... I'm fine. I'm alive." He smiled.

He broked the hug and looked at you im silence, right into your eyes. You kissed him with hunger, surprising him. But then, he continued with the kiss, touching your face and then your neck.

"I've missed you so much, François." You said, and his name in your lips caused something inside of him.

He started to cry suddenly. You didn't understand why, but you hugged him again, caressing his hair with pity. You didn't know what he had been through.

"Why are you crying, Abbé? What is it?"

"I thought your sister was going to kill me, Y/N. She... Let me in that cage like an animal. And, you know what? I didn't care about that. But then I thought about you, and I wanted to survive for you. I'm so glad you're fine! This are tears of joy!"

You hugged each other again, but when your hand caressed her back, he jumped with pain.

"What is it?" You said quickly, noticing he wasn't that right. You cupped his face with your hands. "You're not okay."

"No. Actually, I'm not." He smiled with pain in his eyes, tears still filling those green diamonds. "Your sister tortured me."

"What?! That fucking bitch! I'm going to kill her!" You screamed.

"Don't say those things, love." Coulmier cut what you were saying, putting his index finger in your lips. "I share the feeling, but tomorrow we will be free."

"You're right. I'm sorry, François. You're absolutely right. Tomorrow we can go to any place we wish, together."

"Actually, I want to talk with you about a couple of things---"

"Not here. Wait. Come with me to the bathroom. I'll give you a nice bath."

He smiled and followed you to the bathroom. He took off all his new clothes, and you couldn't help but put your hands in your mouth when you saw him naked. His back was all wounded with lashes. He had a stiched cut in his chest above the right nipple. And many bruises all over his skin.

"Josephine helped me." He whispered, in case anyone was outside. "She cured my wounds. You were right. She is not like Odelle."

"I told you she's nice. I hope she can get out of this place soon." You said, helping him enter the bathub, which was full of warm water. You started to clean the rests of blood from his back with care.

"I wanted to talk about that. I'm thinking she can go with us, at least while we go away from here. Do you agree?"

"Well... Yeah. She's my sister. And yes, she's done a lot of bad things, but I love her. It's a good idea. I agree."

You both stayed in silence a couple of minutes, just watching each other. You were washing his back with care and, when you ended, you started to give him a little massage in his chest and shoulders. He moaned a little because of the good feeling. After those days in the dungeons, it was nice to be back with you.

"Odelle makes a party every year when the days of the House of Lust are over." You explained. "We have to go and act normally. If anyone asks why they didn't see you these days, we can say you had a seminary."

"What happened these days I've been in the cell?" He asked with confussion.

"I don't know. I've been in a cell myself, Abbé. Odelle locked me up in my bedroom. Josephine brought me food and some water, and I had a bath just before you arrived."

"That bitch... I can't wait to be out of here, away from her." Said he, with hate. You couldn't blame him. You felt like that since many years.

"I need to ask you something, Abbé."

"Tell me." He responded, closing his eyes to feel your fingers massaging his scalp.

"When we were... You know... About to make love... And my sister found us..."

"Yeah...?"

"You said you had to confess something. What was it?"

François opened his eyes and looked at you briefly. He suddenly remembered how good you tasted, and the sounds you made while he was fucking you with his mouth and fingers just before he was taken to the dungeon. Yes. He had to confess something. Something awful. And surely you will understand.

"Do you know the 100 Days of Sodom? The book, I mean. It's a Marquis de Sade book."

"Yeah, my sisters have it in our library. Odelle reads it since it came out, and uses to practice somethings in here. Why?"

"Did you read it?"

"Some parts, just because she obligued me to do it. What has the book to do with your confession?"

He closed his eyes and let out a heavy breath, like if what he was about to say was really painful for him. He shocked his head and, with notable shame in his eyes, he talked with low voice.

"It wasn't the Marquis de Sade who wrote it. It was me. Roger-Collard... The doctor who made me be an inmate... When the Marquis died, I started to write as if I was him. I heard his voice in my head, guiding my hand into the paper. When Roger-Collard knew about that, he made me write a long story to print as a book. He told everyone it was the last thing the Maquis ever wrote, but it was me."

"And what about that?" You said, not getting why was that so bad.

"If people is so wicked... If this House of Lust has it existense based in that book, as you said... It's all my damn fault. I... I was so away from God... With everything that happened in those days... My mind was full of demons. And I really understood why the Marquis had to write them."

There was an extended silence in the room, with you finally getting how bad it was for him to write such a nasty, bad and pervert tale as that. Who will imagine it? A priest writing those things!

"Hey. Look at me." You took his face in you hands. "No one has to know. Ever. And I will keep my mouth shout. I promise. It wasn't you who wrote it. As you said, it was the Marquis. But you don't hear him anymore, don't you?"

"No. I haven't hear his voice in a year."

"So, you are you. And that's everything is fine." You said, smiling. He smiled back and kissed you.

"Now, we have to go to the stupid party. This will end soon. And we will be free to do whatever we want."

You helped him to put his clothes again and, back in your bedroom, you brushed his hair with care. He looked at himself in the mirror, and you, standing behind him, approached to him and kissed his cheek.

"You're so damn handsome." You said, waiting for him at the bedroom's door. "And you look so fine... I don't think no one will ask anything odd."

"I'm fine thanks to you and Josephine. And you are magnificent and beautiful too." He responded, smiling, hugging you and kissing you again, as if he didn't spent three days in a cell after a painful and pleasurable torture. "I love you, Y/N."

Guests started to arrive to the dining room from their bedrooms while you smiled at him. It will be a long, weird day. You both knew that. But you didn't imagined what was coming. You had no idea...

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Hi! Can I ask for hcs' about almost every Joaquin character (y'know, Joe, Theo, Arthur, Ray, and many more) when they're on Christmas with you? Going to a party, with your family, staying at home, in a shopping, gettting presents, taking you to a café or a restaurant, putting on christmas decorations at home, what you eat with them or how you enjoy the night and fireworks, stuff like that. Thank you! Love your imagines!

Hiii I wrote and before Christmas so I’m really happy! (I literally spend my days writing it from morning to late in the night) so I hope you will like it!! 

Following HCs with: Arthur/Joker, Commodus, Joe, Abbe, Charlie, Bobby, Bruno, Willie, Max, Theodore, Merrill, Freddie, Ray

Arthur/Joker

-        Christmas is Arthur’s and Joker favorite day of the year after Mardi Gras. It is a day where he can be fully himself, wear one of those ‘ugly’ knitted sweaters, listen to oldies Christmas songs. He feels people more relaxed in the streets, it must be Christmas spirit softening them a little, even in Gotham. And usually you would manage to convince Joker not to make too much trouble and stay by your side all day instead.

 -        You would be staying home together on Christmas Eve. It would be a very simple day because you didn’t have a lot of money but what is important is to be together, and it’s what you would remind to Arthur, no need for something big or fancy, just to be together in Christmas spirit.  

 -        You would buy a few decorations, but you would mostly create them yourself, spending the weekends of December making them with Arthur as you drank hot chocolate. Your flat would be colorful, filled with red and white tinsels and candy canes; you both went to a park and discreetly cut a few pine trees branches to decorate the appartement.

 -        Of course, Arthur would make the surprise to buy a Christmas tree, not too big, but it was more than enough to make you smile with happiness. And you would decorate it with anything that was shiny and candy canes too of course.

 -        For dinner you would not buy anything expensive, but luckily you and Artie were pretty good in cooking and you could manage to make delicious dishes with basic ingredients, roasted potatoes with bacon wrapped turkey and red wine gravy, and you would drink the other half of the bottle while eating. And of course, your favorite part, an apple cake topped with cinnamon and sugar.

 -        You want the night to be as relaxing as possible, you would cook with Arthur while listening to music, exchanging kisses and giggling. Then, after dinner, you two would settle in the sofa, and watch Disney Christmas cartoons while drinking hot chocolate with whipped cream and marshmallows.

 -        The next morning, Arthur or Joker would be the first awake, excited like a kid and eager to open his gift. Yes, usually with Arthur it would be one or two gifts for each of you. Arthur would have worked extra hours and saved as much money as he could to be able to buy you something nice, he bought those cute earrings you had seen once in a store front. Joker would get you more gifts and would get a bit extravagant, but it was really fun. You would get a nice suit or piece of accessories for Joker. For Arthur you would get a warm sweater or scarf so that he wouldn’t get cold when he is outside.

 -        As soon as the gifts were open and breakfast with nice pastries taken; you and Arthur would head to your grandparents’ home where you would be reunited with your parents and cousins as well. Arthur was always a bit nervous about it but once they all greeted him with a hug, he would be smiling all along, hugging back your family and playing with your cousins and nephews. He never had a family but now he had one. Joker had promised you he would never come out on Christmas, it was always sweet Arthur, otherwise your parents would have freaked out.

Commodus

-        Saturnalia was always an amazing holiday. For whole a week the whole Empire would celebrate in honor of the god Saturn. It was a very special day where the People would be pampered by their Emperor and where even slaves would be provided by table service and dining with their masters, all would party and share. Many offerings were made to the god but also to the people.

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-        Commodus was always particularly joyful on that holiday. The first day, he always had a hard time not working but then, the next day, the real Commodus was back, joyful and relaxed. He would dedicate his days entirely to you, his nephew and the rest of the family.

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-        Commodus would be dressed colorfully, wear red and gold togas and you would usually wear matching clothes, except on Saturnalia eve where you would wear purple and gold, an outfit especially made for that night. You both loved beautiful clothes and it was the occasion to shine even more.

 -        He would make sure that Lucius gets chosen as the Saturnalicius princeps, the Lord of Misrule for the whole week. And Lucius loved it, he was able to prank everyone and especially his dear uncle who at first regretted it, and then you would find him pranking back Lucius or even you, those two were children.  

 -        The whole week, Commodus would offer chariot racing in the grand arena, the greatest charioteer gathered for the most exciting races and with great rewards, as well as gifts for the public. You both enjoyed it, no blood, no deaths, pure entertainment for all.

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-        It would be a huge party in the streets of Rome, people singing in the streets naked, drinking and gambling. With the Senate, Commodus would make sure to have a delicious public buffet offered to the people at the Temple of Saturn. He wants everyone to enjoy this holiday. And at night on the eve of Saturnalia, Commodus would organize a big party in the palace, where he would completely let himself go and enjoy the moment.

 -        For dinner, he would get you the finest foods from the whole Empire and even from far beyond, exotic dancers, magicians and entertainers would be invited as well to make this night unforgettable. He would make sure you smile and laugh, that you simply feel home, and it really were.

 -        “Io Saturnalia my love!” he would cheer, all tipsy, a big goofy grin on his face, coming to wrap his arms around you, almost spilling his cup of wine on you as he starts trying to dance, he wouldn’t care if he looked ridiculous, he wanted to hold you in his arms and kiss you. To be honest, drunk Commodus was probably the most adorable thing you ever saw.

 -        Commodus would be very nervous about the presents, he wants the best for you and he wants to impress you even if he knows he doesn’t have to but Commodus feels this need to constantly prove himself and his love for you.

 -        Early in the morning the day before, he would go out in the city in disguise to get your gifts, he doesn’t trust anyone else to get the best for you and choosing your gifts himself is very important to him, he wants something true, something that truly reflects how he feels for you. He would have a ring especially forged for you, with a blue gemstone incrusted in the center of it, reminding you of his gorgeous blue outfit that you loved so much. And for his nephew, his first real sword to train with him. As for you, you would get him a very fine wine from Greece and then a rather…sensual that you would were in your bedroom that night, you would be his gift in a way; and it would made him even crazier for you.

 -        After this long night of celebration, you and Commodus would take your time and just sleep as long as you could, it was the last day before getting back to work and you wanted him fully rested and ready to take care of the Empire as ardently as before. You had opened your gifts at midnight so there was nothing waiting to be done, except perhaps Lucius who was eager to take his first lesson from his uncle, but the boy was clever and let you enjoy your husband a few hours more….Io Saturnalia.

Joe 

-        Christmas with Joe would be quiet, something peaceful at home, it would mean a moment of full relaxion for Joe and perhaps the only moment where he feels like he doesn’t have to be on his guard all the time.

 -        You would spend Christmas Eve’s afternoon in an animal shelter with Joe, you two would pamper the pets and take them on a walk outside. You had discovered Joe rather enjoyed spending time with animals, especially dogs, it seemed to sooth him and you were thinking of adopting one of the dogs as his Christmas gift. So, this moment would be a good occasion as well to see which one he preferred.

 -        You would usually spend Christmas eve and Christmas day with your family, just your parents. It did good to Joe to be with other people. And your parents loved him, your father was a veteran and they understood each other. And then your mother just loved him and always offered him more cookies.

 -        You would do part of the shopping with Joe, especially to buy ingredients to cook for him and your family and then buy a few decorations. Joe would shop separately for your gift of course. And he would be in charge to get the Christmas tree and somehow he always ended up picking one that was too tall to fully fit in the living room, so he would have to climb on the stepladder and shorten the top of the trunk  and you couldn’t help but laugh. Poor Joe, he always picked up the biggest and most beautiful trees.

 -        This year Joe got you a few books, fantasy and sci-fi stories. It wasn’t his genre at all, but he knew you enjoyed it, and he hoped he had chosen well, he had made a research on internet to see which were better. As for you, well, you had gotten him the dog he was fond of at the shelter.

 -        You and Joe would cook with your parents, you would take care of the dessert with your dad while Joe and your mother did the rest. It wouldn’t be anything too complicated but there were many dishes to fill in everyone and especially Joe’s great appetite. As your mother said, a big man like him needed strength to carry on. And he truly managed to eat everything she was serving him, which you never thought was possible.

 -        As for the Christmas decoration of your house, it would be discreet but enough to remind of the Christmas spirit. The Christmas tree, a few tinsels on the walls or the banister and that was it. For everything, Joe liked to remain discreet. Still, you managed to get him to wear a Christmas sweater at home and with your family and he was the most adorable like that.

 -        The night would be spent taking your time dinning with your family, and then they would light a fire in the chimney, and drink mulled wine while talking about the many things that happened during the year. Then, your dad would put on some vinyl, oldies Christmas song; and you couldn’t resist but to get Joe to dance with, a slow dance, pressed against each other as you listened to the music.

 -        The next morning, you were the first one awake, excited to open your gifts. Well, you thought you were the first one awake, but you would soon realize Joe wasn’t sleeping by your side, maybe he was eager too. However, when you reached downstairs, you found him cooking a marvelous breakfast and not just for you but your parents as well, already wearing the Christmas sweater you had gotten him.

Abbe de Coulmier 

-        Christmas was obviously a very important day for the Abbe, the birth of the Christ and a day of love. Which meant a lot of work for him, he was a priest after all, and he wanted to give love to people around him and the people in need. And he also wanted to make this day special for his patients, many had been abandoned by their families, and he wanted to make them feel at home, celebrating this important day together.

 -        He would encourage his patients to create decorations, some patients even crafting wood, others picking up pine tree branches to ornate the doors of their cells. Then, you and Madeleine would spend the day cooking for the dinner, the Abbe as always had managed the finances excellently and you had extra money to buy more food and ingredients and cook something more sophisticated for this day and even Yule logs for everyone. You would even convince him to cook biscuits with the patients, it made them very happy and also seeing him covered in flour was adorable, you couldn’t stop giggling and teasing him.

 -        Then, towards the end of the afternoon you would help him greet homeless and poor for the evening and night, distributing blankets to them, and sharing a warm dinner with them and a shelter for the night. So, this was a very big day for him and slightly exhausting, but the Abbe was a workaholic, he lived for other people and he loved helping.

 -        Charenton had become his family so there was no reason for him to come out of the Asylum. And also, you were there, by his side. And he loved you, even if he knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t resist the temptation you were, and he wanted to make this day special for you too.

 -        He had very little money, but he had still managed to go in town, and buy you a beautiful blue scarf to keep you warm in the corridors of Charenton.  As for you, you had saved as much money as you could to buy him this beautiful chain with a little golden cross, he could wear it around his neck all day along, underneath his cassock.

 -        It would be a very heartwarming night where everyone would be reunited in the canteen, a beautiful fire lit in the chimney. Everyone would sit close to it and listen to the Marquis, standing in front of it, telling funny stories and also Christmas stories which he had agreed to tell after the irresistible request from his favorite priest. As the Marquis was getting everyone’s attention, you felt the Abbe discreetly brush his fingers against yours, to finally entwine your hands, making you blush, you would exchange a look full of love, tonight he would spend the night in your bed.

 -        To end the night, he would celebrate the midnight mass, patients and employees gathered and singing songs celebrating the day of the birth of Jesus Christ. It would be a great moment to remind everyone the values of Christmas, compassion, sharing, kindness and love.

 -        The next morning you would both be awakened by the excited cheering of the patients, eager to open their gifts. He couldn’t help but chuckle, it seems you two won’t be able to make love again this morning, but he would find another way, probably request you to his office for some reason. It wouldn’t stop him from filling your face with kisses before getting up and putting his cassock on. As you both opened your gifts with everyone else, you would know which one was his gift and he would know which one is yours; the look he would give you would be more powerful than words and you would smile in return, you felt blessed.

 Charlie 

-        Charlie wasn’t a Christmas guy, not all. Mostly because he kept bad memories from it, his father made it hell for him and his brother, and his mother too. Even if she had always tried to make them smile, making them eggnog, discreetly slipping a gift in their bed in the morning.

 -        Naturally as an adult, he wasn’t really down for it, except getting drunk in a Saloon. But you were there to teach him another way to celebrate Christmas, and it would be a way he would surely enjoy; and he would end up with Christmas spirit.

 -        So, obviously you would spend the day with his family, his brother and his mother. And Charlie wouldn’t be so opposed to it; at first, he might complain and say he doesn’t feel like going. But as soon as he sees his family, he smiles and greet them with a hug, he would never admit it out loud but he missed them and Christmas would be the perfect occasion to spend time together.

 -        You would have to accompany Charlie to the different stores for Christmas shopping, he always played tough guys and now he didn’t want to go shopping alone, it made you retain a laugh, your man was dumb sometimes.  Of course, once he finds something that could be a great gift for you, he would do his best to hide it behind his back, and most of the time pretend he didn’t find anything, you would roll your eyes, you knew his lying face but it was adorable. For his mother, he would some embroidered hankies, another scarf for his brother, just to tease him and for you, an expensive perfume from San Francisco. As for him, you would spend a lot of time and money with specialist to have a prosthetic arm designed for him, he still had a hard time with it and perhaps it would help him feel better and for when he rides again.

 -        You and his mother would cook, both men were terrible at cooking anything else than beans. So, out of question that they came into the kitchen, especially since last time where Charlie managed to eat half of the cookies you had made. You would also cook apples pies, and a roasted turkey that the two men had hunted earlier.

 -        As for decorations, the two men had managed to cut a pine tree that resembles a Christmas tree. You would all together decorate the tree, thanks to their mother pushing them to participate. It would be filled with red ribbons, berries, paper strings, yarn, and other homemade decoration Eli had brought. You would even hang a few cookies in the tree.

 -        When the night came, a fire was lit to keep everyone warm, after all the winter was extremely cold in this part of the country. You would eat joyfully, the boys telling their most epic and finniest anecdotes. Obviously, alcohol would be part of the night, though you tried to keep Charlie just tipsy, except if you were drunk too and joined him in messing around. You would end the night singing joyful Christmas songs together.

 -        The next morning, Charlie would be the one waking up everyone, he would even try to guess what his gifts were while everyone was still asleep. “But Charlie it’s 7 am…on Christmas.” you yawned, you couldn’t believe he was excited like a child for it, but in a way your understood him, Charlie had never celebrated Christmas and soon his brother was up as well, eager to unwrap his gifts. Charlie would be left speechless as he unwraps his gift and discovers the prosthetic arm, the only thing he would do is to hug you tightly, burying his head in your neck, and placing a kiss on your skin, before letting you put the prosthetic on him.

Bobby Green 

-        Christmas for Bobby had become another mean to party, not as much as for New Year though. He just loved to enjoy life to the fullest unlike his family meetings where everyone was more uptight than the others.

-        So obviously, Bobby would much prefer to spend Christmas just with you, not even with his friends from El Caribe. Though, later in the evening, after dinner, you two might head to the club a little but not to work, simply dance and have fun.  

 -        You would do Christmas decorations shopping together trying to find which color would fit the best for this year; obviously you had a thing for red because it was a color that went well with Bobby too and you picked up gold as a second color; yes, this would be perfect. The very same day, arms full of bags, you would get a Christmas tree, a big fluffy one which would proudly wear the decorations you had bought.  

 -        Then, another day, Bobby would spend quite some time shopping, thanks to his job, money wasn’t a problem, but the problem was finding something perfect for you. Bobby would get you gold earrings with a little diamond on each, and the design would perfectly match with your face and he would also buy some sexy lingerie for you both to enjoy. You would get him an earring as well, the coincidence was rather funny, but it was a detail you particularly loved about him.

 -        As the evening comes, Bobby would bring you to a nice restaurant in the city center, it was a rather fancy one but not too much to avoid uptight people who couldn’t bear a laugh. It was fancy enough to fix the event in your memories. And you would enjoy a classic feast, and even Foie gras and dishes with truffles. Obviously, you would drink champagne, it would be a night of ‘excess and pleasure’ as Bobby said, and you loved this intensity.

 -        The decorations would mostly be on the Christmas tree, then you would spread little decorations everywhere, on cupboards and counters and then add many glitters which would be hell to clean up afterwards but you recognized Bobby’s great taste in decorations, he knew how to make it joyful and give a party atmosphere to a place.

 -        After the restaurant, you would head to El Caribe, at least you knew it was the best place to party in all safety. You and Bobby would just go wild, dancing pressed against each other, exchanging kisses and getting horny in no time; to the point that you would soon go back home to make love right away. Then, late in the night you couldn’t resist but open your gifts, giggling like children. So, there wouldn’t be really a Christmas morning for you, just sleeping late in each other’s arms, and it would be the best morning ever.

Bruno Weiss 

-        For Bruno, Christmas was like any other day. He was Jewish but not practicing so he wasn’t really celebrating in any way. And he was often alone on Christmas, his girls always finding a gentleman or another way to celebrate without him. And he had expected you spend Christmas away, with your family in San Francisco; but you surprised when you asked him what he would like to do with you for Christmas, it had made him so happy that you thought about him, even surrounded by his girls, he had always been a lonely man.

 -        Bruno would spoil you during this day, actually he would dedicate his time entirely to you and that starting from the morning. He wasn’t great at cooking breakfast but at least he tried, and that only made you happy. And you were even more when he announced you that he would spend the whole day with you to prepare Christmas.

 -        He would rather enjoy shopping with you, his woman, walking hands in hands from shop to shop, his arms getting fuller of bags each time. Once again, he would spoil you, trying to fulfil you every desires, though Bruno wasn’t a rich man either; so, when you showed him an item that was too expensive, you would see it instantly, the way, he avoided your gaze, an embarrassed look on his face, he wished he could buy you anything you desired. “Hey darling, you know what? I don’t need it, it’s all good, don’t worry.” You would reassure him, tenderly kissing him on the lips. He swore to himself he would make you feel like the luckiest women in the world when you would open your gifts.

 -        You would buy many items to put in the Christmas tree and a few garlands but the most important purchase had been this new thing, electric light garlands, you had not doubts it would look perfect on the tree, and what better than to have the latest modern house items? And about that, Bruno completely agreed.

 -        Bruno would get you a new dress and makeup as well; it was one of his favorite things, to watch you put on your makeup, making yourself even more beautiful than you already were and that view was only for him. And you would buy him a new pocket watch, not one he bought on the black market for nothing, one with a beautiful design and your initials engraved inside the watch cover, so there would always be a bit of you with him.

 -        On Christmas Eve, you would stay home together, you would cook dinner and he would try to help. However, Bruno doesn’t have much patience so his help would be rather limited, and you would soon tell him to sit down and just keep you company. You would cook a roasted chicken, cookies and a fruit cake. However, on Christmas day, for lunch he would bring you to a restaurant, fancier than the usual restaurant he goes to; you would get smoked salmon and cocktails with champagne. And he had to admit, it was nice to have celebrations from time to time, and Christmas spirit was perhaps starting to grow on him.

 -        For the night, Bruno was more inclined to just stay home, but you wanted to show him something more, and you managed to convince him to go to a jazz club, at least to listen to the Christmas songs recreated with jazz stylings. After a while, you saw your boyfriend relaxed, so you put your hand on his, gently stroking it and by the look in your eyes, he would understand and accept to dance with you, a slow dance, embracing each other.

 -        The next morning; the air was rather chill, the both of you waking up slowly, caressed by the warm rays of the sun, snuggling a bit more in his embrace as you felt the air cooler than usual, it had snowed. You would happily open your gifts as you shared a coffee, wrapped in your warm bathrobe, a soft smile was on Bruno’s face, this peace, warmth; Christmas wasn’t so bad after all.

Willie Gutirrez 

-        Willie absolutely loved Christmas and didn’t hide it. It was a great occasion to spend time with you and your family and everyone knew Wille was a family man. He wasn’t the most churchgoing man, but this day would have a religious meaning for him as well. And actually, he would make sure the apartment you shared would be decorated for the 1st of December and he would get an advent calendar with chocolates, he loves it and you would have never thought that about Willie but it was really cute.

 -        That meant that you would spend Christmas holidays at your parents’ home. It was nice to travel a bit and change of air. And your parents just loved Willie, this hard-working young man who satisfied your every desires and who was kind and funny, to them he was perfect; and to you too of course, after all you were madly in love.

 -        Obviously, you would shop together, for everything: decorations, gifts for you and your family, food and chocolates. You would tease each other, trying to guess the gift hidden in the bag of the other, and you would have to wait Christmas morning to know which was even more exciting.  

 -        The apartment would be perfectly decorated, as if a home stylist had done it, silver and gold, the Christmas tree big and fluffy and perfectly decorated, the nativity scene underneath it. You were very proud of your decorations.

 -        Before joining your parents’ house, you and Willie would make cookies. But it would be hard to focus for you, Willie was really sexy, wearing an apron, a comfy sweater and a Christmas hat just to tease you because he knew the effect it had on you. Obviously, you would end up having sex on the counter between Christmas cookies. Once you would have joined your parents Willie would insist on helping out your mother, which would make her fall for him even more, and he would drink a glass of whisky with your father the same time while talking politics; yes, he had completely seduced them, to your greatest pleasure.

 -        Willie would also surprise you all by taking out an expensive bottle of champagne one of his acquaintances would have gifted him. Other than that, you would eat a rather classic Christmas feast, braised pork, vegetables and a few canapés.

 -        After dinner, you would all settle in the sofas in the living room, you snuggled against Willie, drinking hot spiced apple cider as your parents told your boyfriend memories of your childhood, some rather embarrassing actually but it made him laugh and he loved knowing those things about you. Your parents would be the first to head to bed; you and Willie would stay a bit more, exchanging slow and tender kisses until it was time to sleep and let the magic of Christmas happen.

 -        The next morning, you would be awakened by more kisses from Willie, feather-like kisses on your face, his fingers gently pushing away the strands of hair on your face. “Don’t you want to find out what Santa got you?” he’d tease you. And you would truly hesitate between considering him your Santa gift and getting up, and he knew it. And after a little you would both finally get up, happily opening your gifts. Willie would be smiling all the time, he  had family who loved him now.

Max California 

-        Max celebrates Christmas but not in the typical way to do it. For him it is an overrated celebration, with a lot of fuss with all these decorations and Christmas movies on TV all day along and the whole picking up Christmas tree imperative. Also, Max doesn’t blend in very well with Christmas atmosphere with his look that he keeps all year along. People tend to look at him in a strange way when Christmas comes, seeing a guy all dressed in black with piercings and tattoos.

 -        It would be really fun when you boyfriend would realize that you are used to celebrate Christmas and that you rather enjoy the atmosphere. You would spare him Christmas songs and put on your headphones though you wouldn’t sometimes, just to embarrass him.

 -        You would celebrate Christmas just the two of you, you preferred to take baby steps with him, family gatherings on those type of celebrations made him uneasy because people were no fun, he couldn’t make his usual sex jokes or talk about the funniest things that happened back at the sex shop.

 -        You would manage to convince him to get a Christmas tree, and he got one in a pot so that you could plant it somewhere later. And you would accept that he chooses the decorations for it and thankfully you had no guests because this was hilarious and outrageous. Bulbs that looks like boobs, leather collars and other kinky stuff he had gotten at the shop; at least it was unique and very much Max California.

 -        As gifts, you would buy him more clothes that would perfectly match his style and you would get him a new sound system for his guitar, you didn’t want him to renounce to his passion and his dream of being a successful musician one day. As for Max well…. he would get you a few sexy things and also makeup that would perfectly match your face and look, you always loved when he did that, he was better than you at picking up those products, he really had great taste.

 -        For Christmas eve dinner you would order delivery but something out of the ordinary, something a bit fancy, your kitchen wasn’t the best to cook anyway, small and poorly equipped. And actually, you and Max would go for one of the most expensive Japanese restaurants of LA, and damn that was worth it, exotic and unique for this special night.

 -        You would move the little table to the window and open it, giving you a little view on the city. Since you two had moved from his rather questionable flat, you lived in a much better and beautiful neighborhood. After dinner you would head outside for a walk hand in hand by the beach, sharing a cigarette under the cool air and watching a few decorated store fronts; Max always finding ways to make a dirty joke.

 -        The next morning, you would wake up in your favorite way, Max tracing kisses along your thighs, that rascal never forgot his priorities, you thought, giggling sleepily and well, Christmas could wait a little more.  Obviously, after this little morning fun, you would go open your gifts under the tree while Facetiming with your parents ��Oh my God Max!” you burst out laughing, you couldn’t show this gift to your parents “But baby it was a limited Christmas edition!” he’d reply, making everyone laugh even more.

 Theodore Twombly

-        Knowing how romantic and old-fashioned Theodore is, he absolutely loved Christmas. It had been a rough period for when he was single and without anyone to celebrate Christmas with but Amy. Celebrating with a friend is much different than with your lover and family. So, he was more than excited to celebrate it with you.

 -        With Theodore you would get up before sunrise and take the car to drive to his chalet in the mountains. That already put you in the full Christmas atmosphere, it was sunny and full of snow, so much that for a while you thought you wouldn’t be able to access the chalet.

 -        You would spend Christmas eve and the next day together, just the two of you, in his chalet, lost in the mountains, it would become your little heaven frozen in time where only what you felt for each other mattered.

 -        Theodore would have shopped for your gifts the whole year, but he would have wrapped them a few days before Christmas, to keep the magic of the celebration. He would have gotten you all sorts of gifts, from an artisanal wooden carved object, to the latest video game you wanted. And you would have gotten a game too but what people call now old-fashioned one, a board game. Those were rather expensive today because people much preferred immersive virtual games now, but you were sure he would love it.

 -        Theodore would have already all the decorations you could possibly need, ready in boxes in the basement, you were honestly surprised by the choice in colors he had. You would both decorate the whole chalet, inside and outside with classic garlands and electrical garlands to, it was so much more beautiful than the holographic ones. This year, you would go for blue and white and also add candy canes in the tree because it was just too good not to put them. Speaking of the Christmas tree you would go get it in a pine tree nursery nearby.  And the great thing was that you could chose it and cut it yourself, though you left that task to Theodore, despite several tries you couldn’t manage to hit the same spot each time; it was physical but you both really had fun.

 -        You would cook Christmas eve dinner together, already dressed in your warm and comfy pajamas; the fire lit in the chimney. You would make tons of different cookies with hot chocolate and marshmallows. Theodore was vegetarian and you too so you would cook a wonderful vegetarian dinner, something simple and delicious that wasn’t too complicated to make so that you could spend the day enjoying other things as well.

 -        You would have dinner with candle lights while listening to oldies Christmas songs, it would be super romantic and you couldn’t stop smiling all the time and Theodore felt the same, it was a perfect Christmas.  Then, you would go on the balcony, wrapped in a warm blanket, Theodore hugging you from behind as you looked at the stars, the sky was clear and it was a stunning view. Actually, you don’t know how much time you stayed there, despite the cold, you both couldn’t stop looking. Though after a while it would be really cold and you would run inside to snuggle in front of the TV and watch Christmas movies, you barely payed attention to it, too busy exchanging tender kisses until you felt it was time to go to sleep.

 -        The following morning, after opening your gifts, the both of you were overjoyed with what you had gotten. And soon, your parents would join you and Theodore for a few days and they would also take you cross-country skiing, to the great joy of Theodore….he wasn’t a sport guy at all but he would follow you anywhere in the world.

Merrill Hess

-        Christmas for Merill meant family time, he already spent a significant amount of time with his nephews and brother but less since you had moved together in a house farther down the neighborhood. And also, he was often away since he had integrated one of the best baseball team of the country. So, Christmas was a great way to be reunited all together.

-        You would spend the whole day in family, playing the snow with your nephews, obviously Merill would start a snowball fight, and he was the best at it, great aim and great strength especially when you received it right in the face. And you, on your side struggled to reach your target, and you couldn’t even run after him to get closer, he ran damn fast! At least your nephews laughed a lot at this. Afterwards, you would make a snowman competition, you and Abigail against Merill and Morgan, and Graham, would decide of the winners and it was your team who won, and the price was extra cookies.  

 -        Merill and Graham would go shopping while you watched after the children, who didn’t know at all that Santa was shopping. And in the meantime, with your nephews you would get the many boxes of decoration out of the basement and decorate the whole house so that that they would have the surprise when they come back. Though you would leave the nativity scene to Graham and his children, it was very important for them.

 -        In the meantime, the two brothers would not only buy the gifts but also food for the dinner, a menu that everyone had composed together. You had already your gift for Merill, a sled and a few DVDs of his favorite movies, as for him he would get you a tartan rug and the finest chocolates he could find, he knew how much you loved chocolate so he didn’t look at the price.

 -        For the Christmas tree you would all go together to pick it up, the children wanted the biggest one and Merill was always part of the children when it came to the Christmas tree. You and Graham would be more rational and manage to calm them down a bit and get them to chose one that would fit in the living room and 6’7 wasn’t bad at all.

 -        After playing a while outside and being frozen now, you would get to cooking, a great way to warm up again. Of course, the children were learning to cook so they participated in the elaboration of the dinner, it was a joyful moment where everyone had their importance and helped. Stuffed turkey, carrots, potatoes and an apple pie for dessert and everything in big portions because of the two growing up and the sportsman that was Merill.

 -        The night would be full of laughter and joy, after dinner you would settle by the fire and you tell Christmas tales with Graham while the three others were sitting crossed legged and listening to you, the little ones snuggled against their uncle. And then, all together you would watch Disney Christmas cartoons, there was nothing better to relax and dream of the wonderful gifts you would get tomorrow. After putting your nephews to bed, you and Merill would sleep back in his old room, reminding you of good memories, when you had started dating and your first time making love with him, it was very nice to spend Christmas here and you wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

 -        The next morning, you would be awakened by your nephews, running in the corridor and shouting that Santa had come and that many gifts were waiting to be unwrapped. You chuckled, thinking of Graham who had waited for them to be asleep to put the gifts underneath the tree. You wouldn’t take breakfast first, they were too impatient, and they didn’t seem very hungry, preferring to test their gifts together, including Merill with his sled, he could finally compete with his nephews as the big child he could be. But before you would convince them to eat their giant breakfast so they could play for hours in the snow.

Freddie Quell 

-        It’s not that Freddie didn’t like Christmas, but he never celebrated it in a normal way, from his terrible childhood to Christmas in the army which was mostly a lot of drinking and sex. So, in a way, this would be his first real Christmas, with you and his family-in-law.

 -        He would let you completely guide him through Christmas eve and day. He was a bit grumpy at first because he was frustrated; he wanted to fit in and understand how to do things right. He wanted you to be happy with your man.

 -        So, it would be best if you spent Christmas eve, just the two of you; Take baby steps with Freddie and tomorrow spend Christmas with your family where he would have to bear the shitty jokes of your uncle. You would take him outside to walk hands in hands a look at the store fronts especially decorated for Christmas, just to show him the colors and decorations, the joy of the adults and children looking at it, in short introduce him to the Christmas atmosphere. You wouldn’t stay for too long because you knew he couldn’t stand still and had a limited patience but still, you were pleasantly surprised by how calm he was, a boyish smile forming on his lips sometimes, it was great step forward and you were eager to spend this day with him.  

 -        He would be the first to suggest going inside the shops and buy a few decorations for your house. Though, once inside he would be a bit overwhelmed by the crowd but also the crazy choice there was. He wouldn’t let go of your hand as you took him through the various alleys, he would be rather undecided about the color to pick, so you went for blue and gold, and he help you to pick up the shape and designs of the garlands and bulbs. And he was happy to carry out all the bags.  

 -        “Do you need to go to another shop for a gift?” you asked him once outside of that shop “No, I actually have it already.” He replied looking away, he had his gifts for you for a while because he had taken great care to choose something that would fit, he had gotten you a dress and expensive perfume. You would look at him excitedly, the way he took care of you was always very attractive to you “Well, Mister Quell if you could wait for me in the car, I have one more thing to buy…” your murmured giving him a sensual kiss on the lips, he would chuckle already knowing how it would end once at home but also happy that you were about to buy his gift, a nice kit to make cocktails and expensive alcohol that he would savor with you, reasonably.  

 -        You would stay home, you thought he would want to go to the restaurant but actually he preferred to be alone with you and have no distractions. You would decorate the house together, while he actually sang the Christmas songs everyone sang on the vessel, it was joyful songs and it was nice hear Freddie sing, it was an aspect of him you encouraged to come out. And while he finished decorating you cooked the fabulous dinner you would share, and which remained classic. Though soon you would feel his arms wrap around your waist and his lips tracing kisses along you neck; he couldn’t help it, whatever you did, you were sexy.

 -        Freddie was an unpredictable man and full of surprises. When you thought you would spend the evening in his arms at home, he would actually take you to the rooftop of a building and you didn’t understand why until a firework started and he had brought you where you would have the best view on it. Your eyes were shining all along and you snuggled in Freddie’s arms as you watch the show with him. And you would conclude the night by making love there, at the risk of getting a cold, but you didn’t care. In the end, it was Freddie who guided you through an amazing Christmas.

Ray Elwood

-        Ray wouldn’t get a long permission for Christmas holidays, but at least he got a few days because you two were engaged. He was excited to spend Christmas outside of the base and with you, he had missed you so much, so much time away from you, only able to write to you or call you without being able to see you or hold you in his arms; he had missed you terribly and that was more important to him than celebrating Christmas.

 -        When you reached Germany, you had no idea of how your holidays with Ray would go, it was your first time in Europe and he had given you absolutely no indications of the program, if there was one. And that’s because he had a big surprise for you. You don’t know how much time it lasted when you embraced each other at the airport but to feel his warmth, his scent wrapped around you, his lips on yours, it was the best Christmas gift you could ever receive. After that, he would bring you to the base to introduce you to his friends and also to his boss, who had become a friend in a way, but a friend he also used to do his little business. After, he hadn’t been sent here for nothing but what could you do? You couldn’t stop loving him, and as far as you knew, he didn’t kill anyone, so that was good.

 -        And he would be really proud to show his beautiful fiancée to everyone, showing that you were real and a real knockout who was engaged to him. And his buddies were really nice and fun, they made you feel comfortable in this place full of men. However, once you two were alone again, he took out of his jacket two plane tickets for Paris “Spoiler alert, that’s your Christmas gift, a couple of days together in Paris.” He revealed to you, he had more than enough money for it and he wanted to spoil you, and he knew Paris was one of your dreams. You would be speechless, what a wonderful surprise “I prefer to tell you that my gift won’t be so crazy.” You chuckled, your eyes wet with emotion “Don’t worry baby, you are my gift.” He would reassure you, filling your face with kisses.

 -        And once in Paris, you realized Ray had really gone crazy, a superb hotel room, already decorated and even with Christmas tree in it, and gifts from the hotel like chocolates and perfumes. Though, you didn’t visit the city first, as soon as the door of the bedroom was closed and that the effect of surprise had passed, you literally jumped on Ray, the both ending making love passionately, again and again until you were satisfied, actually it didn’t change much from previous Christmas, there was always a lot of sex involved, for your greatest pleasure.

 -        And to make up for lost time, Ray would have the great idea to book a table on a barge on the Seine, it would enable the both of you to see the most beautiful monuments of the city, beautifully lit during the night and while you ate a typical French Christmas dinner and of course with great wine and champagne.

 -        After dinner, you would get off the boat and go watch the beautiful and famous store fronts of the Gallerie Lafayette incredibly decorated for Christmas, Paris was just amazingly decorated and the Christmas atmosphere was very present, it was perfect. Then, you would manage to convince Ray to go Ice skating with you, and after a few kisses and puppy eyes, he wouldn’t be able to resist and would just agree. The truth is that he was really bad at it and fell all the time on his behind, you were pretty much the same, but that’s where the fun was, trying to skate decently without falling. And the both of you would end up laughing a lot, clinging onto each other and ending up falling on each other.  

 -        The day had been exhausting but worth it, it was the best Christmas holidays you ever had, and it was only starting, you still had a few days more with your fiancée. And despite exhaustion you would make love again, the Christmas atmosphere in the bedroom making it even more magical. And Ray had to admit that it really gave him the Christmas spirit and with you he was really enjoying this celebration.  And even more so when he woke up the next morning and found underneath the Christmas tree a gift for him, he picked it up and went back in the bed to open it next to you. It wasn’t something big and flashy but it had more value to his eyes, you had made a photo album of you and him, all the pictures you took together since you were together and at the end of it you had included sexy pictures of you that you had made just for him; he would have a big smile, he was loving Christmas.

Also you my dear readers, tell me with which of these characters you would prefer to celebrate Christmas with!!

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ABBÉ THIRST SQUAD...

SHOW YOURSELF!!

How is it that the people lusting after Joaquin Phoenix ‘s character in the Joker aren’t talking about Quills?

I really need the Quills fandom to reawaken because that movie is just… chef’s kiss.

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House of Lust (Part 18)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: smut, some swearing, they're in a church (sorry for that)

He looked at Madeline a few moments, watching her beautiful, naked body in there, just for him. If he was dreaming, wouldn't be nice to make love to her? That time he dreamt about that before the Marquis' death, he woke up terrified, because she was dead, and he was fucking her corpse.

But now she seemed so alive he couldn't contain. He approached to her, but she stopped him, putting a hand softly in his naked chest.

"Take off all your clothes." Said she. And he did it. He obeyed, even if he didn't want to. It was a feeling inside him that made him do it. He stripped slowly, taking off the cassock first, then his boats, and finished with the shirt and pants.

He had never being fully naked and vulnerable in front of anybody else than Odelle. Now, he was nude again. And Madeline seemed to be very glad to see him like that.

He laid on top of her with care. He was still sore from Odelle's punishment, but he didn't want to make Madeline feel wrong or hurted in any way. He felt the way she gasped when his body touched hers, and he let out a long breath.

Her skin was warm as his own. Her breasts touched his torso, and he felt her erect nipples brushing the few hairs that covered his chest, making him briefly moan because of that contact.

He looked deep into her eyes. She seemed so real... Those were her eyes. The eyes that still desired him and maybe loved him. The eyes that used to read the Marquis' tales. The eyes that were so perverted that lead her to her own death.

But she was alive. At least, for now.

He rubbed himself against her, feeling himself getting harder. She let out a pleasure cry from her mouth, and he repeated the movement, his semi erect cock moving back and forward against her wet folds.

He finally kissed her when she cupped his face with her hands, her fingers caressing his handsome face while his own fingers touched the sides of her body, her ribs, her hips, her thighs. When she kissed his neck, he moaned again, his fingers suddenly sinking into her folds without warning like a reaction.

She bite her neck after feeling the way his digits stood in her womanhood, her lips sucking the skin a few moments. The pleasure went through their bodies like a lightning at the same time. And, when François felt the way his hand was being covered of her slick, he started to masturbate her.

She moaned at the feeling: he was fingering her, and he moaned as a response, closing his eyes to feel everything better. He laid better, and still circling his fingers inside her, he kissed her neck, his tongue running down until he found her nipple and took it into his mouth.

Madeline was crying of pleasure, her hands grabbing his dark locks to stabilize herself. His fingers went faster, deeper, touching her soft spot until she suddenly came with a scream.

He continued his movements until she stopped him when it hurted, catching her breath again. He took out his fingers, and caressed the skin of her belly, kissing her again after licking the slick in his fingers. The kiss stopped when he felt the Marquis' voice in the room.

"Abbé." Said he, and he lifted his head to see around him.

"What is it, Abbé?" Madeline asked, concerned.

"I heard... I heard the Marquis' voice." He answered, a little scared.

"The Marquis' voice? What?" She said, and he looked at her again, finding not Madeline but Josephine instead.

He gasped, surprised, and almost jumped from the altar, walking a few steps before falling to the ground. He stood in there, crawling and still watching her in the altar, until he covered his face with his hands.

"Abbé? Abbé, what is it?" She asked, her voice in front of him. He looked at her, and it was Madeline again. His mind seemed to be playing with him again, tricking him, like when he was still caged in Charenton.

"I... I just... I don't know... I'm seeing things..." He said, but she only smiled and took his hand, making him stand and leading him again to the altar. He felt that her hand was stronger, the way she tightened his hand seemed different. But he was feeling so many things he didn't care.

He felt dizzy, his eyes were a little bit blurred, like lost. He was there but not there. His mind was sending him signs, but it was like if he didn't want to obey. He just wanted to feel good, and his body was asking him to do so.

"Wait. Wait, Maddy." Said he, and she stopped, looking at him with confussion.

"What is it now?" She asked, letting out a tired breath. Tired because of his attitude.

"Why are you so demanding?" He suddenly said. "Why are you insisting so much about this?"

"Hum... Maybe because I want to feel this? And make you feel good too?" She emphatized, grabbing his big, hard cock. He moaned at the contact, her fingers tightening around it.

She started to move her hand up and down, so slowly it hurted. He moaned again, and she stopped. He felt bad, because he felt something was really wrong. But he wanted to finish too.

"Please..." He begged, just as he did with Odelle when she gave him an blowjob and let him like that.

"Please? Don't you wanna to get inside me instead of this?" She asked, squeezing his lenght.

"Yes..." He answered, not realizing the way she talked wasn't Madeline's at all.

"Then fuck me." She whispered to his ear, and he took her in his arms and slowly kissed her again.

She laid on the cold floor and he joined her, her fingers grabbing his dark locks while he was still kissing her, in part thinking about you again. Even if Madeline was in there, and alive, he still wanted to go with you. That situation with her was like an adventure. With you, it was life.

He took his dick in his hand, rubbing the head against her clit multiple times, earning pleasure cries from her lips. He liked the sensation, but he decided to go further and started to push very slowly inside of her, first the head, and then all the rest.

When he entered fully, he stayed in silence, a soft moan dying in his throat, his eyes closed because of the wet and soft feeling of her thight walls surrounding him. She moaned too, but he didn't pay attention to that. It was all about his feelings for a moment, his decisions, his whole life committed to God only, and those years in that cell in Charenton.

His own hand, Odelle's mouth, other hands, pain, kisses... Nothing gave him such pleasure, ever.

She adjusted to his size, and her nails caressed his face, asking him with a gaze to continue, to start moving. He took out an inch or two, and then pushed again, his hips making a clap against her skin, making her moan loudly. He was very big, and she couldn't believe that yet.

He repeated the motion, and she cried out again. He did it again, and again, and again, slowly at first, feeling every inch of skin inside and out of her, and the way her wall thightened more around him everytime. Then he went faster, his skin against hers, his balls hitting her butt, her nails scratching his back, her moans in his ear.

Some tears were falling from her eyes, and he saw that. Those tears from her were not because of sadness: they were of pleasure and joy. But his own tears, because he was crying without even noticing it, were from emotion. He couldn't believe this was happening, because it felt so real, even if that was a dream!

But it wasn't a dream at all. It was happening, but not in the way he was thinking.

He thrusted into her a few minutes, moaning louder each time. He felt the way his buttocks contracted everytime he pushed against her. And her hands were grabbing them, emphazising his movements.

"I'm... I'm gonna cum again..." Said she. And he went faster than before, cutting her words and transforming them into moans. The orgasm rushed through her again, stronger than the one his fingers caused. A few moments after, he hugged her and thrusted roughly until he felt a tingly sensation and came inside of her.

He moaned again just because of the feeling of staying inside of her. He was still hard, and that seemed weird to him, but he was so turned on it didn't matter. He wanted to continue. But she seemed tired.

"Maddy, are you okay?" He asked, opening his eyes again, meeting the gaze of a girl who wasn't Madeline at all.

Odelle was under him, recovering her breath, covered in sweat as him, smiling with evilness in her face. She suddenly laughed, and he jumped again, scared, and crawled until his back touched the cold stone wall.

"Are you okay, Abbé?" She said, smiling again, now raised and walking to him. He was crying, not understanding what was going on, or how at least.

"Odelle... What...? I was... I just...?"

"Maddy, Maddy, Maddy. She was that chambermaid you were in love with? The one you were telling Y/N the other day? Because I heard you."

"How... Why...?" So many questions in his head, and she was just looking at him, feeling like a goddess.

"Because you needed it. And because I wanted to feel you before Y/N. I wanted you, a virgin man, to loose that. And who's better to do that than me?"

"You are sick. You're a demon." He then thought about you. "Where is Y/N? Where is she?"

"Hum... There."

She pointed to a spot in front of him. He focused better, and he understood that the statues were moving. He was right. Those were people, wearing masks and black cassocks.

He then saw how two of them were grabbing another, a girl, and they pushed her into the ground, falling to her knees. They took the mask off, and he saw it was you, your hands tied, your mouth gagged.

"Y/N." He said in low voice, crawling until he raised himself up and almost ran to you, kneeling in front of you and hugging you. You were crying, despered to break free of those ties and hug him too.

But this was just a moment, because the two men who were grabbing you before hit him with a stick in his back, all the pain of those days tortured in the dungeon coming back again to him.

He fell to the ground, hearing you saying his name with difficulty because of the gag. He heard Odelle approaching, her naked feet walking to him, until her fingers took his hair and grabbed his head, making him look at you.

"We drugged you both in the lunch, with the wine." She explained. "I drugged Josephine too, and she said you wanted to escape. Is that right, Y/N?" She mocked.

You didn't want to look at her. But you knew all this was going to end badly.

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House of Lust (part 9)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: smut, masturbation.

François walked through the empty hallways, the enormous windows covered with those thick curtains that bothered him in a way he didn't understand. He moved one of them, seeing how the moonlight covered the field.

He walked in silence, his shoes not making a single noise. He bit his bottom lip, and stopped behind a door, hearing both male and female moans from the inside. There was not only a couple, tho. Must be two woman and one guy, at least.

He could her moans and other noises from other rooms too. Every grand door was closed, and he couldn't open them even if he wanted to. Same with the windows, key locked even if there were bars on them.

Besides the dining room where he already were before, he saw the large kitchen and other resting rooms. There was a library, and he saw some of the Marquis' books in there.

He continued his way to the dungeons in the basement. There was nothing in there as he was expecting. Just another giant house occupied by mad people.

He arrived to the entrance, briefly remembering it. He fainted because of the beat that guard gave him, but some flashes came to his mind. It was dark, so he went downstairs with care, until he saw a light in the end of the rock hallway.

It was a torch, and there were many lighting the place. But no one was there, so I felt strange. With some lack of trust of his mind, he took one from the holder, and walked to the cell he occupied. Obviously it was empty. But he wasn't alone. He heard a noise behind him, and he turned around quickly.

"You're out after midnight." A voice said. "Lucky you I'm not Odelle. She would punish you, that's for sure."

Josephine approached to him, so François saw her face with the light of the torch. She was another beauty, as her sisters. But nothing compared to you. You were special.

"How did you know that I was here?" He asked, his tone stronger than other times, not so afraid as it was with Odelle.

"I followed you, silly!" She said, sarcastically smiling. "Or did you really think we always leave these torches burning?"

Somehow, it was a nonsense. She didn't know that he was going out of your bedroom to explore the mansion. In fact, he adventured to do it at the moment he left you in the bed.

"You followed me? How---?

"I saw you leaving my sister's room, and I guess I knew you were going to explore the place, including the dungeons, so I waited for you in here."

François looked at her in silence, calming his breath. He wasn't afraid of her at all. He was just curious. Was she really different to Odelle as you said? Or she was the same?

She talked to him before. She wasn't so rude, that was right. But still, she wanted the same that her sister: she wanted to corrupt him. She looked for him. She took him out of prison to do it.

"Right... Listen, I will go back to Y/N's room. Let's just... Let's just leave this here, please."

"Oh, my dear Abbé. Are you afraid of me telling something to Odelle? I'm not gonna do it, trust me."

He chuckled. He will have to do it.

"Alright, I'll do it. I'll trust in you. What do you want?"

"Why would I want something?" She said, and kept smiling.

"I don't think that you would find me exploring your house and let me go just like that..."

"Yeah, well. You're right. It's not going to be a free pass. You will have to come with me, and I will say nothing to Odelle. Deal?"

He pictured you in his mind for a second. Maybe if he didn't go with Josephine, she would say to Odelle that he was trying to escape, and that you let him, helping him.

You were the only thing that tied him to the place since he arrived. And he didn't want you to be blamed for nothing. Actually, you could even be in danger.

"Deal." He said, finally, nodding and following Josephine to the entrance of the basement and to her room.

He turned off the torch and left it aside while Josephine closed the door. The room wasn't as large as Odelle's one. It was the same as yours, but there was not a chimney, or the divan, or the table and chairs. Only the bed and some auxiliar night tables.

"Sit in there." She said, almost whispering.

He did what she said, curious again about her next movement, just the same that happened with Odelle the day before.

She kneeled down in front of him, her hands on his thighs, opening his legs. She approached the more she could because of his cassock, smiling.

His breathing became heavier. His heartbeat accelerated. And she was closer, more and more, to his crotch. Until she stand and started to kiss him, very gentle.

He didn't close his eyes at first, not trusting her. But then, you came to his mind again, and Josephine's lips became yours to him, which let his mind fly away.

He let his hands on her waist, squeezing as gentle as her hands caressed his face. The kiss deepened more and more, and he felt himself getting harder.

"Lay down." She said, moving away while he went to rest his head in her pillow. She crawled to him, kissing him again while her hands started to unbotton his shirt and cassock.

She was actually sweet as you said. He remembered how Odelle scratched his chest with her nails. But Josephine was different.

She touched his neck at first, then his collarbone, and finally his chest, the tips of her fingers barely skimming his pale, soft skin, lining his light muscles.

He enjoyed every touch, moving his hips up to meet her body, his eyes closed, thinking only in you. He moaned against her mouth when he felt how suddenly she pinched his nipples. He used to touch them when he masturbated. But feeling other fingers on them was amazing. And he loved it.

"Don't move." She said, sitting in the bed and taking her dress off. He looked at her and her perfect body, and then he looked down, his cassock raised up because of his erection.

"My sister will give you pleasure. But I will receive it. I want to know how good you are, and how you can progress, so you can also give pleasure to Y/N. Got it? Now, teach me if you know what to do with that pretty mouth of yours."

He couldn't say anything, because Josephine laid on him, kissing him again. He was thinking, tho. Give pleasure to you? But you already said no to them before. Were they going to try to make you part of it again?

Josephine held herself in her forearms, moving until her big breasts where at the height of his face. He saw them in awe, rememering Madeline's and how much he wanted to kiss them and feel them with his hands and mouth...

"Don't think it so much, Abbé." She said, as if she was reading his mind. And he didn't. He took one in his mouth, feeling her nipple with his tongue while his hand cupped the other.

Josephine gasped, and then she started to moan. She liked how he made circles with his tongue, his lips sucking, wanting more of her breast inside his mouth.

He changed to the other. And he bit her a little. She missed a breath, liking that rude part of him. And a few moments later, she moved again, sitting on his face.

That surprised him. But then, without thinking about it, he started to tongue her, feeling her clit with his lips, sucking it, gaining her moans again. He knew a lot about biology and medicine. And he knew women liked that part to be stimulated.

He licked her folds in a way he had always dream to do with a woman, but he never could. The skin was different. The smell, the savour, the wetness of her dripping down all over his nose, intoxicating his mouth.

She came a few moments after with a noisy moan, his hands squeezing her buttocks while she trembled against him. Josephine recovered her breath, and laid down next to him, looking at his erect member pressing against his cassock.

"I'm sorry, but I can't help you with it." She said, again seemed to be reading his mind. "It's not that I don't wanna to. I'm dying for do it. But you'll have to find release alone. Now go back to your room. Remember my promise, my attractive priest."

She stood in there, naked, watching him leave her bed. He was about to open the door, but she called him again.

"Abbé." She said, making him turn. "You are very good with your tongue if this is your first time doing it. Congrats."

She winked her eye, and smiled again. He left the room without saying or gesticulating anything, and opened your door with care. He glanced at you sleeping so well at your bed, shame in his face.

He couldn't believe he thought of you while doing those things to your sister. But he couldn't see her face. He only saw yours, as he was doing now.

He laid down in the divan, looking at you. And thinking it was bad to do it, he let his hand enter his cassock, and started to masturbate while touching his still naked chest as Josephine did before, twisting his nipples to feel more pleasure.

His hand went up and down, quicker at every moment that past. His thumb caressed the head of his member, and his own fingers weren't enough to sorround it completely.

He was very big, as many maids from Charenton used to think, imagining what he hid under the holy cassock. They were right. Their lustful desires where truth. He committed to God having such a delightful cock.

He didn't stop until he came, his hand covered in his viscous substance, a strong moan dying in his throat. He covered his mouth with the other hand, fearing you've heard him.

But you only turned around under the sheets, completely lost in the dreams world. He cleaned his hand with a piece of cloth that was near, and turned to face the backup of the divan, immediately falling sleep, feeling guilty because of the lust he felt, specifically for you.

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House of Lust (part 11)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: see what happens...

You chatted at least two or three hours, enjoying the place, the climate and each other. You both ate the fruits and bread and drank the wine, talking about food and usual things as baths, hobbies and other stuff.

You discovered you were too similar to him. You liked the same stuff, food, books, music and almost every topic you chatted about. It was amazing. Nobody was like that, at least not to you. You both were like connected.

François went to the centre of the lagoon again. You felt dizzy because of the wine, so you rested in the grass.

"Are you not coming?" He asked you, suddenly. "Water is perfect, you're missing it."

You doubted a little, turning your head, seeing if nobody else was there, your sisters at least, spying you. There wasn't. You were alone. And it was the perfect time to confess what you felt for him.

"Why not?" You said, standing up and taking off your dress and leaving only your panties on. François turned around and faced the trees, urging to watch you undressing but respecting that you might not want that.

He felt the water moving when you entered the lagoon and approached to him. He could watch your naked body, blurry and shaky because of the water, that obviously wasn't so clean.

You smiled and relaxed too, feeling the sunlights in your face while moving your hands by your side, your feet touching the mud under them.

"It's so nice..." You murmured.

"What?" He asked.

"It's so nice to be with you in here." You added, opening your eyes to meet his.

He approached to you, and you covered your breasts instinctively. Suddenly he took your face with one hand, his fingers caressing the skin softly, and closed his eyes, his face so close to yours that you did the same, knowing what was coming next.

He pressed his lips to yours gentle, only a pick. But kept them in there, his mouth completely brushing yours, moving it slowly. You felt his wet, pink and fleshy skin moving against yours, almost like a inexpert kiss.

But he wasn't inexpert at all. He was just behaving like that for you, knowing that you didn't like things to go fast, and that you maybe never kissed anyone before.

You felt your heart racing very fast under your hands, but a moment later, when the kiss continued and it was the turn of your lips to move against his, your relaxed your hands, raising one to leave it in his chest.

You approached more to each other, one of his hands in your back, drawing you more to him. He smiled to your mouth and kissed you more, a little moan escaping your throat.

Your heads weren't moving so much. It was all a lips work from both of you. And as time passed, you learned from him, mimicking all his movements.

He stopped kissing you without entering his tongue into your mouth. He didn't want to go so fast, letting his forehead in yours.

"Abbé, I need to tell you something." You whispered, opening your eyes, getting your head a little away from his, so you can watch him better.

"Well, I need to tell you something too." He added, smiling. "But you go first."

"Everytime I'm with you... As time goes by... I never felt something like this for anyone."

It was difficult to you to said it. And he understood. He always did. He was a priest, and as a confessor, he learned to listen.

"Do you remember when you asked me about what I think it is normal? I think I'm feeling it with you."

He kept watching you, and you felt his heartbeats going faster under your fingers, that were still in his chest.

"I'm in love with you, Abbé. And I wish the way we met was another, but I'm..."

He crushed his mouth against yours again in a sudden kiss that surprised you, but that you wanted since the kiss before stopped. His hand went slowly to your neck, and down to your chest.

You stopped the kiss when you felt his fingers massaging your breast, getting apart from him a little bit, your eyes still closed, your head falling aside.

"Are you alright, Y/N?" He asked, concerned.

"Yes, I'm just... I'm sorry. I... I didn't think this will happen in here. I'm not ready."

You raised suddenly, giving your back to him. He looked to another spot, the corner of his eye seeing how you got out the laggon and took your dress.

"I thought you were." He said, his tone firm.

"What do you mean?" You asked, covering the front of your body with your dress. "That's what you wanted to say to me?"

"I..."

He remembered you didn't know about him being with Josephine the night before. What if you told Odelle about that? He would have to trust you.

"Last night I tried to escape." He confessed. "I explored the mansion while you were sleeping. And your sister Josephine found me. She made me go to her room and... And made me give her oral pleasure, so she wouldn't told Odelle that I went out your room. Can I trust that you will not say nothing to her either?"

You nodded, water falling from your hair to the ground. You looked at him, not understanding why he said that, and why that related to what you said before.

"Why did you say you thought I---?"

"Josephine said that she will made me practice how to give pleasure in her."

"What?" You asked, frowning.

"What you hear." He responded. "I will give her pleasure everytime that I'm with her, so I can give you pleasure. That's what she told me."

You stood in there, trembling, partly from cold, partly from feeling bad. He raised too, walking to you. You covered your body better, but knowing he wouldn't touch you.

"Y/N... Can I ask you something?"

You didn't say anything. You just watch him, your eyes feeling his devouring your face. He breated out.

"I'm sorry if I sound rude. But what did you say to your sisters five years ago, during the theatre play in Charenton, when you saw me for the first time?"

"Why? What does all this come from, Abbé?"

"From that! You keep telling me Abbé, but I'm not a priest since I was guilty of killing the Marquis. And your sisters keep saying that I have to learn to give pleasure and receive it because of you."

He took your shoulders, and you move because of the contact. His skin was bristling from the cold, just as yours. And, as a flash, you wanted to hug him.

"Y/N, I ask you again: what did you say that time? I ask you this because those words might be the reason why your sisters took me out of prison and made me come here. If I'm misunderstanding something about you, you will have to excuse me about what I said before, about thinking that you were ready for have sex. But please, answer me."

"The play didn't start yet, and music sounded. My sisters were talking, and I went with them just because of my parents insisting. But then I felt something I never did before. I saw you. And I immediately felt my body trembling, and my stomach empty. I couldn't stop watching you."

You made a pause, not looking at him. He was breathing heavy, his mouth a little open. You continued.

"When the play started, I saw how bad you felt. I saw you so nervous, but everyone was laughing at what was happening. The inmates playing a Marquis' play! I didn't knew him, but after that, my sisters wanted to create this House of Lust."

"Yeah." He added. "I already knew about that."

"Well. As everything started during that play, it seems that my sisters saw the way I was looking at you. And then, while we were leaving, I made a comment that they took very serious. I said something like it was a shame that a handsome and attractive man like you had taken the vows, because for me, you were so damn perfect that a young guy like you could be the only one I would accept in my life."

Silence crowned the place. Birds were singing, but none of you said nothing. He was in shock. You desired him since so long, and never forgot him. But you did nothing to bring him to your house, as he thought. It was all a plot from your sisters.

"It was just a saying, Abbé. I never thought they would bring you here. But now, spending time with you, I'm more than sure that I love you. And as sure as I am about that, I know that I will succumb to your charms. It's not that I'm not wishing to have sex with you, because you already know what I think about love and sex. I'm not ready, I'm scared. That's all. Forgive me."

Not minding if he was watching you, you put your dress on and went to the house again, almost running, feeling how François desperately shouted your name.

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House of Lust (part 14)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: a lot of heavy smut and some violence (some...)

François was dragged into the basement, to the dungeons. He tried to stop his steps and escape, but he couldn't. He fell off to his knees, hurting them, and the two men didn't care.

When they arrived, the three entered in other cell, different to the one when he arrived to the Villa. Claude put his forearm around his neck, preventing him from moving, while Louis tied his wrists with a rope that was hanging from the ceiling.

He fell over to his knees again, not minding the pain of the cuts, trying to breath, coughing. Just a few moments later, Louis spon a wheel that twisted the rope and lifted his arms over his head.

Odelle arrived seconds after that. The torches were lighting her like if she was the Devil herself, smiling with evilness. She approached to him, watching how scared he was. Because yes, now he was scared, for him, but mostly for you.

"Leave us a moment." Said she, and the two men left, going upstairs again.

"Why?" He asked, coughing.

"Because I told you you needed to ask for permission if you wanted to do anything with my sister."

"You... You said... That you wanted her to be initiated in sex. You found me. You took me out of Charenton with lies, because I know my parents have nothing to do with this. And you made me a sinner man, worse that the one I was in the prison. But now that I was about to make love with your sister..."

"About to make?" She chuckled. "You did it. As far as I know, that skilled tongue works more that just for talking. And the way she was moaning proves that. But if you are referring to fuck her with that big dick you're hidding under your robes..."

François had tears in his eyes, not only because the physical pain of the position, but also because of the way she talked about you, like if you were nothing. What was she going to do with you?

"I didn't want to fuck her, Odelle. I said make love. Is that difficult to you to understand that I love Y/N? If she or I were negative about the idea of being together as one under the sheets, now is a wish. It was a wish from you and your sister too. And I know you have rules. But also I know that not asking for permission is not why you carried me here again."

The smile in Odelle's face disappeared. He must be very very good as a priest, confessing people and giving advices, because he was right. She and Josephine desired to make you part of her creed. And now it was the perfect time, because you desired this young man strongly as he desired you.

And he was right about the permission too. In another circumstances, she would just open the door a little to see you and François enjoying each other. But, even if she didn't want to accept it, she took him to the dungeons because she was jealous.

Odelle liked François a lot. As you, she liked him since she saw him in Charenton. It wasn't casually that she wanted to bring him to the Villa. She wanted to try him with the pretext of making you feel desire and experience sex.

But now, she was mad with you and him, because what was going on in your bedroom was exactly what they wanted to happen between you both. And that made her angry. She didn't want François to make you yours. At least, she didn't want you to be the first one experiencing that with him. She wanted that for herself.

Did she loved him too? Was that? Love? It wasn't possible, she thought. No, it was just desire. He was an attractive man, forbidden long ago. And the lust of seeing someone so handsome being privated of sex was the reason she wanted to fuck him so hard. It was all like an aventure of feeling the unknown, the forbidden, the things no one could ever do.

But Odelle didn't understand that you were different to her, and to Josephine, who was also madly in love with the priest after what he did to her in the bedroom. The principal difference between you and she was the way you actually give love.

You were sweet and tender. With a soft voice, you talked to the others, caressing the skin of the other people hands. That was it. You were soft. You gave love as if you lived in a romantic book.

But she had a totally distinct way to show it, if she ever showed love: with pain. If she received it, it wasn't wrong. But it was better if she gave it. Scratching, beating, punching the other. Hurting the other person so bad, making him or her cry because of pain and excitation. That was love to Odelle.

"No. You're right." She said. "I dragged you down here because I want to punish you. Not because of the permission. Just because I want you to experience pain and lust at the same time. I want to torture you, Abbé, just because I can. And I enjoy doing it."

She laughed, going behind him. She took a knife from a little table François didn't see before, and went in front oh him again. Quickly, she cut his cassock, arms first, then the sides. Then, she also broke his shirt. In less than two minutes, she threw all his clothes to the ground, leaving him naked and vulnerable.

"My, my, my, Abbé..." Said she, seeing him from head to toes, tied, tired and scared. "It was trully a waste you kept that body only for God."

Chuckling, she stopped just a few inches from him, and started to run the knife through his soft chest, caressing it with the cold blade. François moved as much as he could, like if that prevent her of doing anything else.

To the cold feeling suddenly he felt a warm, wet feeling in his neck. She was sucking it, her tongue playing with the skin. Everything was like that a few moments, but pain swept him away suddenly when she bit him, cutting a few inches of his skin above the nipple with the knife at the same time.

François moaned, but not from pleasure. It didn't hurt so much to scream. But it hurt a lot enough to groan. And he felt not only her saliva running down his neck, but also blood falling to the ground.

How many times was he hurt in those days, physically speaking? He didn't mind it. By now, he was only thinking about you, at your sisters' mercy. His thoughts flew away when he felt Odelle's mouth in his chest, licking the blood that fell off over his nipple while she started to stroke him slowly.

François didn't want to, but he closed his eyes. He liked the way her hand moved around his manhood, but he wanted a faster pace, so he bucked his hips up. At that moment, Odelle slapped his face.

"Bad boy. I didn't tell you you could move." Said she, returning her lips to his nipple, sucking it. Her hands went to his buttocks, and she squeezed them in her hands while rubbing her body against his erection.

She entertained a few minutes, but then she went again behind him, leaving him breathing faster. He didn't heard what she was doing, until he felt a sudden pain in his back. And then again, and again. She was whipping him, harder at every whip.

He clenched his fist around the rope, same with his teeths. It hurt a lot, but he used to do that when he was a still a priest in Charenton: if he felt he failed to God, he whipped himself. And once, a few days before Madeline's death, he also protected her while she was being punished with this method by Roger-Collard because he knew she was helping the Marquis.

But nothing compared to being whipped by another person. And this time, she was rough. Odelle knew she always was careful while doing things like this to people. Is not that she actually cared about the others. But it wasn't funny if her slaves died from a heart attack or from blood loss. She actually lost two guys while punishing them. She killed them. And she learnt she needed to be careful. But with François, she wasn't at all.

She whipped his back harder, and then his ass too. Then, she turned around and went in front of him, hitting his testicles with the whip, making him jump and scream because of the pain.

He was tired. His body didn't fall off to the ground just because his arms were strongly tied to the ceiling. His legs were trembling, blood still coming down from the cuts in his knees. And just when she stopped hitting his balls, she started whipping his abdomen and chest, leaving all the skin red.

Minutes were like hours, until she finally let the whip aside, and came closer to him. She kneeled in front of him, took his dick in her hands and guided it to her mouth.

She licked the head, making him gasp in surprise. He started to feel himself getting harder while she licked him, and then, when she put all of him inside her mouth, François jumped. His lungs were out of air while he started to moan.

He licked his lips, closing his eyes. He felt her lips, her tongue, the way Odelle's mouth fully took his cock until her nose caressed his pubic hair. He never felt anything like that before. And she was trully enjoying it, even bitting him a little. She chocked, and he moaned harder for that.

She increased the pace, one hand masturbating him and the other in his ass, her nails scratching his firm buttock. When she felt he was about to cum, screaming for pleasure, some tears coming down from his eyes, she stopped.

She laughed at him. Seeing him so in the edge turned her on even more. He had a big dick, and even if she wanted his seed in her mouth, it felt better to see him suffer for that.

"No. No, no, no. Please... Please..."

"Oh... See the cute priest begging. You're really nice, Abbé. And you really last a lot! But it's better to see you like that, so excited but so limited."

She moved her head like nodding, a perfid smile in her face. She then opened the door of the cell and left, leaving him like that, tied, hurt, bleeding, without releasing himself, as a slave, in total darkness. A real torture.

And, worse than anything, he didn't know how much time he would be in that cell, or what would they do to you. Now he cried, but because of anger and sadness.

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House of Lust (part 13)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: some violence, smut, some swearing.

Odelle crossed her arms against her chest, leaving the door opened. She smirked and stood there, watching how François quickly kneeled in the bed, his hands still in your thighs.

You both watched her with your mouths open, not believing she was in there. You thought to yourself it was your fault: you've been thinking about your sisters reaction to you and the Abbé making love. And, as an act of magic, there she was.

"My, my, my..." Said Odelle, clicking her tongue. "What do we have here? And you said you were shy and didn't want to know anything about sex, didn't you, my dear Y/N?"

You kept silence. Both of you did. But when Odelle approached to the bed, François stood up, covered you with the sheets and stayed between your sister and you, protecting you from her view and even something else, like a good slap in your face.

"Don't do anything to her, I beg you. It was me. I was forcing her." Lied he suddenly, confusing Odelle. "But it seems I'm very good with my fingers and tongue, because she was crying scared at first, but now it was from pleasure."

François smiled to your sister, and she did the same. It was all a fake, obviously, because seconds later she gave him a punch in his stomach, so hard he couldn't breath for a few moments.

You shouted and went to his side, not thinking you were topless in front of your sister. You have always taken care of anyone watching your naked body, even your own family. You never let anyone to dress you up, as royalty members did.

But now, seeing your dear priest falling to the ground because of the punch, you couldn't resist. Your hands went immediately to his shoulders. And you didn't even notice that you were now sitting in the floor, hugging him.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Odelle?" You said, feeling your voice breaking.

"It seems he didn't force you, as he said. It almost seems you asked him to do this, didn't you? What happened in the lagoon, sister? What made you change your ideas so quickly?"

Love.

It was love.

From both of you to the other.

"I won't answer anything to you." You said, one hand in François chest, feeling how the air finally entered his lungs, his rapid heartbeat going slowly to his usual rhythm.

"And if what you say it's true, Abbé - knowing it's not - why are you begging me to not do anything to her? Why are you protecting your victim? I've caught guys doing this, and they begged me to make the ladies or boys disappear. But you... If you changed too, with Josephine's and my help... Why are you still so damn soft with her?"

François looked at her, again with hate. He was pressing his stomach, but the little detail of his hand also pressing yours against his chest wasn't missed by Odelle. He cared about you, and you cared about him.

Your sister gasped and chuckled, realizing all at the moment, watching some tears of pain in the Abbé's eyes.

"Oh, I see. You're in love with her! That's why you're protecting her! Do you really prefer to be punished? Is she that worthy?" She mocked. "I told you you will need our permission to fuck her."

"She worths everything, because she doesn't belong here, mademoiselle. And you and Josephine are not any goddess or anything to give permissions about my feelings. There's only one God, and He and His Son teached and allowed love. Yes. I'm in love with Y/N. And only in this few days I know I will gladly give my life for hers, because she's pure, almost like an angel. And if you do anything to me, punishing me, raping me or something else, I'll love her even more. Because love has taken more power over me that lust. But at this time, lust is the way to show my love and what I really feel with Y/N. I feel we're connected. And I prefer to suffer for her, and talking in your language, I feel pleasure if I know she's safe, even If I'm being raped or beaten. Does that keep you in silence, Odelle? Was that the answer you wanted? Or are you so lacked of love that you don't understand a damn word of what I say and you're so pervert you're wishing to see us fucking?"

Odelle remained silent. She understood everything he said, but her mind couldn't realize now every mean of his words. He truly loved you. And she was jealous of you. Because it wasn't a secret that Odelle and Josephine were attracted to him too.

But love? He was right. She, at least, had never experienced to love and be loved. Carnal pleasure was above all. And feelings were left behind. And this young, beautiful man, seemed to love you.

So, if in those few days, a guy who was a perfect subject to corrupt, a virgin who took the vows and was in prison for a crime that the didn't committed, fell in love with the girl who was the first one who initially was attracted to him, things could go wild.

Love was powerful. She saw, a few times before, how people fell in love in the mansion. They connected through sex, and after the days in there, as guests, they decided to go together to Paris and other cities.

But you didn't connect through sex. You connected because of what you both had inside: that purity and goodness of you were the same in him. You were almost the same. And, as he said, you decided to join, using sex to be as closer as it was possible, united.

For a moment, Odelle didn't had an answer, as she always did. She couldn't even mock the priest, because he actually left her without words in her mouth. He was a good poet, she said. And now, she was right. He clarified his emotions better than anyone.

But she had to do something. Once a man or a woman, or this time, a couple, does anything against the rules, the House of Lust could be a total disaster, an utopian and anarchist one.

"You're amazing at talking, Abbé. You almost convince me of all. For now, sweetheart, yes. I want to see you finishing what you were about to do with my sister. I give you permission to do that. But then, you'll be punished. I'm the goddess here. And if you don't wanna make your mouth work on my sister's core, I will take it as an offense and I will bring any guy to do it, because she seems more than excited to feel a tongue in her."

François stood up, and felt a sudden energy inside him, urging to punch the lady in front of him. How dared she to talk about you that way, as if you were nothing but a sex toy?

He didn't do anything, because you stopped him. He was red of anger, but you calmed the beast inside him. He watched you with lovely eyes. It was a total shame that your sister was in there for an intimate, beautiful moment as that.

But your own gaze said it all. And he understood you. You prefered to give your sister what she wanted, because you were sure that she wouldn't punish François so hard if you both did what she wanted.

François was almost crying. He didn't want to make you feel like nothing, like a rich girl with so perverted that you didn't mind if people were looking at you while fucking in any way.

But you, not even minding your sister and without saying anything, took him by the cassock and brought him against you. Your sister watched you in silence, seeing how you both went back to bed, he seeing you with pain of you being obligated to do this.

It was so damn weird! But at the moment François started to kiss you again being in top of you, the knowledge of your sister staying in there, watching you, was gone.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered, almost crying. "This wasn't supposed to happen this way."

"It's fine. I want this, even with my sister here." You responded with a smile, Odelle not hearing you. "Kiss me and make me yours, Abbé. I never wanted something so bad in my life like this."

His kisses again went to your chest, but rapidly resumed their way to your centre. Again he lifted your dress, and giving a quick smile to Odelle, who had a perfid smile in here face, he closed his eyes.

He felt the scent of you, stronger while he approached his face to you. He glanced at your womanhood like if it was the Holy Grail, and suddenly you felt a kiss in your folds.

Your breathing got faster. And his kisses made vibrate every nerve or your body, until he gave you a lick, and you felt vertigo, sensations you never thought you would feel, but you were glad to be feeling thanks to him.

You rolled your hips, hoping for more friction. But François wanted to take every second. He wasn't sure about what would happen after this, so he took all of his time to melt you.

His tongue was going up and down, slowly. Every feeling of shame you felt disappeared when he put your legs upon his shoulders, smiled a little, and went to lick again your core.

His tongue opened your folds, wetter than before because of the excitement. It was a huge turn on to you when you felt the tip of his nose rubbing against it. And then, he took some air, a entered your clit in his mouth.

It was like all the world stopped around you. You gasped in surprise, but also in delight, one hand in his hair, the other in you mouth, still ashamed of your sister hearing your moans.

But when he started to suck it, his tongue playing with the little nub, two of his fingers rubbing your entrance, covered with your juices, you couldn't contain.

Your both hands went to his head, which was a support to you but also you push it deeper into your womanhood. A moment later, one finger slipped into you, your walls stretching around it.

He started to finger you while he was still sucking your clit. You couldn't almost breath, your legs trembling, your mouth opened and releasing pleasure moans with a strange voice that wasn't yours.

The cries of pleasure you felt were increasing as you felt heat in your stomach, like the feeling of urinating. You were at the edge when François entered another finger, and he started go thrust inside you faster than before while his tongue in your clit went faster.

He groaned against your core, feeling how hard he was, rubbing himself against the sheets, the cassock as an impediment for feel his manhood free. He was delighted for feeling how your walls stretched around his fingers, but also by hearing your moans increasing, your pleasure tears jumping from your eyes, how close you were.

Odelle was in silence, but she was very turned on for all this. It was so hot to see how delighted you were and how skilled was this priest. But seeing you, as morbid as it was, feeling so well, made her feel wet down there. She desired the Abbé doing the same to her, but also she desired to do things to him, plus a little punishment.

You were screaming, your moans were sure to be heard from the outside, and guests from other rooms must be wondering who was giving your such pleasure. You were not a guest: you were part of that perfidious family. And the man who was so skilled in the art of lust was a priest. All utterly normal.

He increased the pace faster than ever, and you felt your orgasm passing through you like a thunder, some liquid from your pussy filling François' mouth. He didn't stopped, tho. He licked your dripping folds once again, until it hurted to you, and your hands in his head made him stop.

He separated from you, seeing what a disaster you were, but in a good way. You enjoyed every second of his amazing work, and you were more than ready to feel him inside you.

He let your legs again in the bed, when Odelle, who was clapping since you finished as if that was a show, went out of the room, quickly returning with Claude and Louis, this giving you a surprised glance of seeing you like that.

"Take him to the dungeon." Your sister said. And François tried to give you a kiss, but he couldn't.

"I need to confess something." He said, but he couldn't. You touched his face, but you saw two shadows behind him.

The two men took him from the bed, and almost dragging him, they took him out of your room, your sister laughing and closing the door with key from the outside, letting you in shock.

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House of Lust (part 5)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader.

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: spoilers from Quills, some mentions of sex, things will go a little wild from here...

"Excuse me, madmoiselle." François said. "But I don't really understand anything. My parents said you will---"

"Oh, yeah. Your parents, yeah." Odelle interrupted him. "They... They came here two weeks ago, maybe more, before leaving to Spain. Are you hungry, Abbé?"

His stomach was grunting. He was thirsty too. He hadn't drink anything since the morning. But he needed some answers from those women wearing their nightgowns.

"Who are you two? Why am I here?" He said, his voice deeper than never.

"Come with us. You too, Y/N." Josephine said. But you stepped in front of François, covering him from your sisters view.

"He asked you two questions. Answer him, Odelle." You said. Knowing your sisters, you will try to protect him to all costs.

"My name is Odelle, and she's my sister Josephine. And it seems you already know Y/N, the little one. You knew us all, Abbé. But let me explain you better in the dinning room."

François and you shared a look. You nodded with your head, walking right next to him while he zipped his shirt. You weren't going to let him alone with them.

François saw the large hallways, admiring them. The walls were full of paintings, but there were not enough lights to see them properly. Some red courtains covered the windows, not letting the moon light enter the house.

And then you all arrived to the giant dinning room. A large table was in the middle, at least thirty chairs surrounding it. Josephine moved her hand to him, inviting him to sit.

"Y/N, can you bring him some food?" Odelle said, siting next to him. "As I was saying, we knew you from before. The three of us went to that theatre play in Charenton five years ago. We thought we were seeing The Happy Shoemaker, but actually you allowed the presentation of the Marquis de Sade play.

"I didn't allowed it. I didn't knew the inmates prepared another play to mock about doctor Roger-Collard and his young wife. I didn't---"

"Shh, shh. Whatever you say, Abbé. But let me finish. That play, those moments, seeing everyone enjoying it, and some quotes said from the actors... That changed us completely."

"It changed you both, Odelle." You said, bringing a plate with potatoes, a piece of meat and bread, letting it in front of François. "Don't talk for me, please. I was just sixteen years old, and I didn't care so much about---"

"Let me finish, then, if you think you didn't change too."

The silence crowned the large room for a few seconds. You looked at your sister with hate. You did hate her, actually. Because of many things.

"As I was saying before my sister interrupted me," said, as she didn't do it before with you and him. "That Marquis' play changed us. We started to read more of his work, you know? More of those hundreds of stories he had to tell. And then, we started to believe different, to feel the world and see it with other eyes. Seeing that we're just here to enjoy the carnal pleasures."

François looked at you, but you were with a hand in your face, trying not to see him or your sisters and not showing the shame you were feeling. Josephine continued what Odelle was saying.

"It's like a creed, Abbé. A creed based on lust, greed and violence. And we believe in it, as many other friends of ours do. You are pale, Abbé. Are you okay? Is the food alright?"

François was breathing heavier. He remembered that horrendous play very well. The Marquis, with Madeline's help, used the inmates to perfom those blaspheming performances that made Roger-Collard angry with him.

"This is the House of Lust in France, Abbé. Many people come here to satiate their thirst for sex and perversion. We help them to do it. And we enjoy it a lot too, just as the Marquis used to say."

"You're damn crazy, all of you!" He said, getting what Josephine just told him.

"Abbé, I'm not part of---"

"Shut up, Y/N." Odelle interrupted you again. "What were you saying, Abbé?"

"Please, stop calling me Abbé. I don't have that charge anymore. What am I doing here, for Christ sake?"

Josephine left her chair, and went to stand just behind François, letting her hands in his shoulders. Odelle touched his hand with her fingers slowly, her nails scratching the skin, hurting him a little.

"Your parents asked us to help you, that's true." Odelle said. "But they didn't know about our... activities this month. And you, as a man who took the vows, have never experienced things like we do. You're still innocent and pure, even if your body doesn't feel like that. And you got free and arrived the Villa just at the perfect moment to discover those feelings.

"What the hell are you talking about? I just wanted a place to sleep and eat something. I think I'm going to Paris again..." He responded, trying to get up. But Josephine stopped him, sitting him again.

"Now, Abbé, are you going to be a good boy and accept we're helping you? or you are going to try to escape? It's not gonna be easy, tho. Guards are everywhere, and we're not letting a cute virgin guy like you to come to this house and let you go like that. He have to taste you, you know what I mean. Or we kill you right now and we say to your parents you were killed by a thief. You choose."

François looked at you again. This time, you were seeing him too. Not only shame in your face, but fear. You nodded again, convincing him not only to stay in there, accept and survive, but also that you were in the same situation, under their threat.

"Alright, mesdemoiselles. I see I don't have other option. What do I have to do?"

"For now, just go to sleep. You arrived late, and every room in the Villa is full of our guests. We don't have other, maybe the dungeon. But I think Y/N doesn't mind he can sleep in her room. Do you, Y/N?"

You saw the young man with pity. What a poor lad! Just getting out of his unjust imprisonment to get beaten and now under the power of those mad women that your sisters were.

"It's okay." You answered, knowing that in your bedroom, at least, he will be safe for some hours. And that you both could plan a way to escape.

"Amazing! But will you let her fuck him, Odelle?" Josephine said, as if he was just a toy. "We should take care of that first."

"And we will, sister. We will. Tomorrow we will see how we start him in this. They can do whatever they want. But as I see it, she's too shy even to touch herself, so I don't think she will do nothing. And he... well, he can't do nothing without our permission. So don't you dare to do nothing to our little sister, Abbé. You're still a priest to her, until she doesn't respect those vows. She never wanted to be part of our creed, but she's our sister, and we love her. Are we clear?"

François couldn't believe all that was happening. How could people be so sick? You see them on the streets, walking, shopping, being arrogant assholes. And then, you learn how depraved they are, as Roger-Collard and Madeline herself.

"What will happen tomorrow?" Said he, scared.

"It's a surprise, my dear." Josephine responded. "For now, finish you dinner, go and sleep. Recover from that beaten you took. And wait for us. Tomorrow you will get a bath and new clothes."

Josephine squeezed his shoulders, and left with Odelle, both talking low and laughing while they went to their bedrooms.

François kept his eyes in the plate, looking at the meal in shock. What did he got into? He just needed some help his parents promised. What a fuckminded friends they got!

You served him some wine, and gave it to him. He drank it quickly, feeling the sweet savour going through his throat, waiting for you to say something.

"I'm sorry, François. I'm truly sorry. I don't even know if your parents really came here and talked with these two harpies. Maybe that isn't even true. But I should have taken you out of here as soon as I recognized you."

François looked at you in awe. He couldn't believe you were so different to them. He took your hand with care, and smiled even if he didn't knew what your sisters will do to him the day after.

"Is other people in here?" He asked.

"Around seventy guests of the famous House of Lust my sisters run. God damn it, I can't believe this is not an awful dream. They've being doing this since the last five years. And it's so wicked that I can't believe is real. I fear all them."

"Well, I can't believe you're so different to them. It's true you're not part of this madness." Said he, smiling again with pain in his eyes. "So you think we can't get through this? I'll help you escape if you help me."

Your prayers were answered! This young man you felt attracted to five years ago was going to got through many things these days, but you both will go out that Villa, that was for sure.

He finished dinner in silence, you looking at him, admiring his factions and manners. He was in prison a lot of time, but he was still a gentleman.

He decided to sleep in the divan you cured his face before. He didn't want to disturb you. But he was the most normal man in that house at the moment.

You regretted talking about him to your sisters that time after the play five years ago. Maybe him being in there was all your fault.

"That priest is really gorgeous." You said to them when you were at the carriage, leaving Charenton. "I wish he hadn't taken the vows. Maybe we could know each other and have been friends."

Your sisters seemed to take this seriously, because when they knew he could get out of the asylum, they took advantage of it.

And now, there he was, a prisoner again, like you were those last years, of your own family. Hopefully, his mind would not get so dirty those days as his body covered of mud when he was out the Villa a few hours ago.

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House of Lust (part 17)

Abbé de Coulmier x reader

Summary: Five years has passed since the events of Quills. The Abbé de Coulmier is released of prision by a misterious event. And he will know again those feelings he never thought will meet again: love... and lust.

Warnings: some weird things, pre-smut.

You arrived together to the dining room, and a lot of guests shared glances. The handsome priest disappeared for three days, and you too. And a lot of them noticed that.

The table was full of guests already sitting. Only two chairs, one in front of the other, were empty. Everyone wanted to be closer to Odelle's chair. The table had a lot of food too: two turkeys, one big pig with an apple in his mouth, cheese, fruits, eggs, bread, soup. And wine already served in big glasses, in front of every chair.

Coulmier moved a chair to let you sit, and then he smiled at you. He was a gentleman. He then sat in front of you, Josephine closer to you both at one tip of the table, smiling too. You looked beautiful together.

Odelle sat at the other tip, and everyone went silent and looked at her. She glanced at everyone with a perfid smile in her face. Then, she rised her hands.

"My friends. My guests. My visitors to this House of Lust. As everything, this celebration of our way of life has to end. We enjoyed these days together, doing everything that pleases us and what we can't do freely in the cities. For that, I raise my glass. Bottoms up, for the Marquis de Sade!"

Every person raised the glass of wine that was already served, and said, at the unison "Marquis". As a coincidence, Coulmier and you glanced at Josephine. The way Odelle said "My friends, my guests" was strange, like leaving her behind.

François looked at you and drank wine. It had a nice taste. Perhaps a little strong, but a good red wine. The meal continued with people talking about their days in the mansion, and the things they did, alone, with others, to others...

You drank too, sharing Josephine's and François silence. Without any doubt, something strange happened between your sisters. Something bad, surely, because usually, Josephine always sat at Odelle's side in the last party. But you didn't ask.

And hour and a half latter, François could not eat more. He was really satisfied after those days without eating nothing in the dungeon. He looked at you, the way you were finishing your meal, and smiled.

"So, everyone!" Said Odelle, making a sound with her glass and spoon. "Enjoy this last day like if you're going to die! And I hope I'll see everybody again next year. Try to keep your crimes in secret."

A general laugh filled the place, and every guest went back to their rooms. Fine, you thought. No one asked nothing about you or the Abbé. You raised and went to Josephine side.

"Can I talk with you?" You murmured, and she nodded. You made a sign with your head, and François understood you wanted to talk her about the plan you got with him. Josephine didn't deserve to stay with Odelle.

François left the table and went to your bedroom. Suddenly, the large house seemed empty. He could hear sounds from the inside of the rooms, but again, nothing else.

He was walking very slowly when he heard his name. At first, it was like a whisper, but when he heard it again, he stopped. There was no one in front of him, so he turned around.

"Abbé." Said the sweet voice. And he recognized it.

It was Madeline.

She was standing there, outstanding as she was those days before everything happened, those days before Roger-Collard arrival. Her hair was tied, and her dress was clean as her skin.

"Abbé." She said again, and smiled.

François had his mouth wide open. He couldn't belive she was there. She was dead! How was that possible? Was he dreaming? Did he died in the dungeon?

"What is it, Abbé? Why do you look at me so scared?"

Her smile vanished. He was really in shock, trembling, feeling a little dissy. The walls of the corridor seemed to twitch around him, and he wanted to cry, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't move.

"Abbé, don't scare me." She said, again his title in her beautiful lips. Then, he reacted, and almost run to her, hugging her strongly and crying.

"Madeline. Oh my God. How...?"

She looked at him, and for a second her face was full of confussion. She arched an eyebrow, and then smiled at him, touching his face with both hands.

"It's something... I can't explain. Just follow me."

Her hands took both of his, and then just one. Her skin was still soft, warm. She guided him through the hallway until they arrived to the empty dining room. And François saw the sky behind the windows, which was dark because of the rain clouds.

He could hear the storm coming and some thunders while they walked to a hallway he hadn't see before. Suddenly, Madeline let go his hands and got closer to the wall. She pushed it, and the wall opened in two. It was a secret door.

The inside was darker than the sky. There were no windows, and just a few candles lighted the place. It was big, and cold. Walls were different from the rest of the house, made with stone. And there was something in the center of the room that François recognized at the moment his eyes got used to darkness.

It was an altar. Big, an made of stone too. Then, he scanned the place better with his eyes, and then he saw something that terrified him for a couple of seconds: people. There were people standing in there.

They were dressed all in black, like cassocks. But no one was a priest. And no one had a normal face: just two orifices as eyes and everything black as the rest of the clothes.

"What is it?" Madeline asked, watching the place as he did.

"Don't you see them?" Said he, as if seeing her wasn't strange enough.

"Who am I supossed to see?" She lifted her eyebrow, smiling at him.

"The people. The..."

Maybe it was his mind. But he was sure she was there, with him. Why did he suddenly see her? Maybe he drank too much, arrived to the bed, and he was just dreaming with her and all that.

"The statues, you mean?" She asked, speaking slowly.

"St... Statues?"

Coulmier was sure he saw people, and not statues. He was sure about that, as the sky clear, blue and without any clouds during the lunch. But then, after Madeline said it, the people were indeed statues. Saint statues.

"Is this... The Charenton chapel? How...?"

But his questions were blown away from his mind at the moment Madeline kissed him with hunger. He closed his eyes after the surprise abandoned him. She still felt the same way. Her lips, her taste. He let himself go, and his hands traveled to her hips, squeezing gently, earning a soft moan from her.

They were in the chapel again. But she wasn't dead as that time. That dream he had five years before this was happening scared the hell out of him. But now, it was all beautiful. She was well, healthy, without any wound.

If this was a dream, he didn't want that kiss to end. The kiss ended, of course, but it was better that what he has thinking. At the second he opened his mouth to say something and probably ruin the moment, Madeline put her fingers in his lips, and he didn't say anything.

"Come on. I still want you. And I hope you still want me, more now that you're not so churchy."

Not so churchy? Madeline was a lot of things. But she never mocked about his work as a priest, or the things he believed in. She respected him, she helped him. And that time they kissed in his bedroom, the one and only real kiss, she understood why he couldn't make love to her.

The word seemed weird to him, like new like new but not totally unintelligible. It wasn't a word that everybody used. It was a word like those the Marquis used. Like those he also used a lot while writing wicked stories.

But again, when his own thoughts filled his mind, Madeline hands went to his sides and then, slowly opening some buttons of his cassock, she let her hands go into his trousers.

When she took his erect manhood in her hands was something really shocking for him. Yes. He still desired Madeline, even if in his mind he knew he was dreaming again with her.

But that feeling... Her fingers caressing his skin, his thumb playing with the tip, wet because of his arousal... He felt himself getting harder, because it was all so real.

"Do you like it, Abbé?" She murmured, and he nodded while passing his tongue over his lips.

She kept touching him like for a minute, opening the rest of the buttons and his shirt too with her free hand. His breathing became faster when her nails caressed the skin of his abdomen and went up to his chest.

She then put her hand flat in the center of his chest. He saw how quickly he was breathing, feeling hotter down there around her hand.

"I can feel your heart in my hand. That's what I do to you?" Said she, moving her fingers to play with the short hair around his nipple, her nails scratching the wound a little.

"Yes." He answered. "I still got like that for you."

"Really? Because I thought you got like that for Y/N only now."

He didn't answer, but it was true. He was scared, aroused. It was all so weird but so exciting that he couldn't control his feelings. But did he still really love Madeline? Was she real? Or a product of his mind.

He repeated himself he used to see her and the Marquis while he was in that cell in Charenton. He talked to them. He was really lost.

But now, he knew she wasn't real. He could enjoy the dream and the feeling she was still among living people. But he knew it was not like that. He was cured. And yes, his faith wasn't the same as before, but the only man who resurrected was Jesus.

"It beats like that for Y/N only. It's just that seeing you here... After those horrible things happened... After you... I can't belive I'm with you, Maddy. But... I..."

There was a moment of silence where she stopped her movements around his cock. His hearth became wilder, but because he was nervous about whst he was just about to say aloud.

"I don't love you anymore, Maddy. Since I met Y/N, I don't love anyone else."

He took her hand out of his pants, and kissed it. Tears came again to his eyes as he touched her cheek, smiling with pain.

"I hope you can forgive me. Forgive me for this. Forgive me for not showing you how much I loved you. Forgive me for not accepting making love to you that night. And forgive me for arriving so late to the basement. I couldn't save you."

She kissed him again, like forgiving him for all he said and more. When the kiss ended, she caressed his neck, and her hands went to his sides, giving him tingles.

"You can't love me. But you can make love to me. What do you say? Don't you wanna do it one last time before you go? Or is it the first time?"

Go? Go where? Out if the mansion, away from the House of Lust? Did she meant that? Or away of his memory forever?

It didn't mind, because seconds later, he didn't know when, Madeline took of her dress and being fully naked and ready for him, she laid in the altar, seducing and waiting for him.

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Dude.

Last night I had a wet, ultra erotic dream with this guy:

God fucking damn he's a priest.

It was wonderful btw.

Physically I'm here.

Mentally I'm having hot sex with my favourite fictional character.